Fuck you, world

I'm angry. I'm angry because I want someone else to be fulfilled and normal. I'm angry that everything is 100 times harder for me. I'm angry that it can come easier to others and they laugh and toy with it simply because they can. I don't even get one chance. everyone has a learning curve, but mine will come late if at all. I want my mother to get rid of that old dollhouse because it mocks me; honestly, the likelihood of me ever having children is slim to none without a penis. I am sad to give up dreams of relationships and love, but there is nothing I can do when nobody wants me.

One thing of which I am resolute:
to this lifestyle, I can commit no more of my energy.

Wanderlust should be acknowledged,
Hope should not be squandered,
Love should be revisited, required even.

To become a shell of a person is not a foreign experience;
there is nothing else to lose and only that which I gain.

Broken chairs, feeling sorry, ENOUGH IS ENOUGH!
Wait for the girl of the hour, she's on her way just now.