Damn. I hate not knowing things. Being half and half and having all the right female parts but wearing all the wrong clothes and saying all the wrong words and doing all the wrong things that make me think my body is out of place... ugh. It would at least help if I knew for -sure- whether or not I was transgendered, or transsexual, but I don't, and not knowing things makes me angry.
And I hate labels. Labels make me angry too, they're so damn constricting... if I don't want to act like a girl, I won't freaking act like a girl. If I want to wear guys pants, I -will,- and it has nothing to do with you so just suck it up. Yes, I have boobs, it's a bit dufficult not to notice them, unless, you know, you're thinking I have some serious man-boobage going on or something, but damn, some people in my school just piss me off. I will tell you why I dress like a guy if I bloody -feel- like telling you why I dress like a guy. Argh. Piss off.
Right-o. I think that's about it for my daily rant.
...If you're lucky. Bwa ha ha.