I dont know why Im so preoccupied with thoughts of my death. I wake up every morning and stretch and yawn. The sun streams in. I see a beautiful tree outside of my window. I'm well rested. My body doesnt hurt. Im well nourished. My job isnt too stressful. I make enough money to get by. I have great people in my life who love and support me. So why can't I stop thinking about where is the best place to hang myself? Partial or full hanging? Can I maybe get some chemicals to give myself a more peaceful death?
The only thing that's really wrong with me is that I have a man's body only I'm not a man. I don't know why it matters. Some people are men and some people are women. For the most part everyone else seems fine with what they got. I don't know why I can't live with it.
The only thing that's really wrong with me is that I have a man's body only I'm not a man. I don't know why it matters. Some people are men and some people are women. For the most part everyone else seems fine with what they got. I don't know why I can't live with it.
