But I can't... Not her. I don't want to cry next to my grandma. I feel that I am dispointing (?!) her... That she exept me to br different. She want me to be a girl. But I'm not a girl, I'm not even girly. I hate being a girl. I am a boy, I know that, and I admit it.
Oh, well CSI begin... Screw U gyes, I'm going home (To wach TV)