Cry

I know I’m still a girl and I don’t know when I’ll transition to a woman. I still look like a girl and hardly any guy looks at me as a woman. I’m not sure what to exude. It’s not just that, though. I try my hardest to never let anyone see me weak so I hide my tears, away from the public eye. Even though I may act cheery and happy, it could sometimes mean that I’m burning on the inside. But my crying isn’t due to the fact that I don’t see myself as a woman. It’s the failure to be understood. I doubt anyone can read my mood from my disposition. Anyway, I tried to add a celebrity to my facebook. Fat chance! I wish he would, though. Sad as it is, in some way, I think I could forget some of my problems if he would just have the courage to add me. Sounds crazy, but I feel that I can somehow get the opportunity to get to know them. Rarely are there ever circumstances which allow celebrities to be around the general public… unless they are people who work in the retail industry to cater to them (I was one of them). This is the mindless dribble spewed from a sleepy girl. Gnight. and Sweet bugs.