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My life is constant suffering and the things that people think are normal astound me.
I don’t operate in half-measures. This bothers me to the degree that not only have I tried to find a medical professional who would electively castrate me, I’ve tried to do it myself (the reason I failed is because the device I used was not sufficient). That is the extent to which I seek relief, that I would have myself mutilated in order to achieve it.
All my life, I’ve come out on the deficit side of the law of averages. I need to face reality. I do not wish to change my mind. This is what I want. It is what I need.
There’s a reason fairy tales have happy endings. It is because they are fiction.
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