I have been wearing more comfortable clothes now, and I guess you could say that I am happy and comfortable with being a girl now. I used to feel so uncomfortable wearing girly clothes, but at this moment I am wearing a lowww cut shirt, and a short skirt. I actually feel comfortable with myself and the way I look. I guess you could say that I have grown completely in my own skin.
NOOOOOO...No more Growing, yes sir and ma'am that is right, no more growing.

I think I am falling in love with this guy that keeps dead legging me. Is that supposed to happen? Are you supposed to fall in love with someone who I harms you physically but not enough to where you die from it? It's probably one of the weirdest relationships that I have ever had, and I never planned to fall in love with him after the first dead leg. But something about the pain flowing through the side of my leg, once his skin, flesh and bone leave my skin, flesh and bone. It leaves that sensational feeling, and makes you want to go back for more. It's the pain that is the essence of love, and I fall for it everytime...