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Apparently, now that my uterus has realized it's far too much work, the rest of my internal organs have decided they, too, want to rip their way out of my body.

Gaaah. Why during finals week, guys? WHY?

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Got an 82 on my Psych final, which solidifies my B. I don't know how high a B it is since I'm not sure what my exact percent on the random 10-point a piece things were. I should have at least 90 out of the 100. So probably just a good solid B, which is good enough. Only one final left, yesss!

I must spend the day cleaning. Noooooo! ^_~

No one can stare at the wall as good as you...

Despite the fact that I'm truly happier than I've been in years (esp. at this time of the year)..

I don't know. I can feel the toxins building.

I need to make myself cry. It's the only way I can think to get it out. At least safely.

Sigh. I guess until then, listening to Amanda Palmer works.

Though this song on repeat might make me cry, just because she says Baby Doll several times (only one person will get why that might make me cry)

Blah.

EDIT: Swiping at my breasts with a plastic knife seems to help.

Don't worry, even though I technically have access to a real one, I am not that depressed or stupid. This is just...actually, I think a really good thing for me. I can't explain why, but I do.

Gender Queer Me

Yeah...that's something I'm scared about. Having to lie...I know it might be hard for me to get my surgery if I don't lie. But...

Sigh.