Dehydrated

Dehydrated.

I was proven correct again tonight.  I should have ended my life when I was 18 years old.  There is no point to this life at all whatsoever.  There is nothing that would have changed or made a difference because I was in it.  My family would have gone on, perhaps for the better it couldn’t have been any worse.

I will not go into so much detail.  There is not a point to my life or existence anymore.  I tried to get out from my family burden to have a life, to make a life with a man and I am not allowed or able to.  So, what is the purpose of my life?

I am not allowed to wash my face.  Or have clean soap.  Or use whatever products I like.  Or build a future, or plan for the future.  Or have my animals.  Or anything normal for a woman my age, or anything I would normally do.

I believe the world would be a better place without me in it.

Dehydrated.

Coffee and Breakfast: Dehydrated

From Birth Male Born Men Beards Only

July 31, 2018

Day 1, 582

 

Satan is a liar.

Dehydrated at work – again, last night.

How absolutely terrifying it must be to see me, a woman, sexually confident.  How absolutely terrifying it must be to see my derrière.  How absolutely terrifying it must be to see me defy without shame or malice my gorgeous bum.

I change the black tape for a reason.  In my experience black tape, black beards are used almost exclusively by women.  I will not allow men to be degraded in such a way.  I will not allow men to be degraded in this way.

My work set-up is completely unstable with weekly performance numbers.  Currently, numbers play such a role that firing is possible in a matter of a few weeks.  What business creates and allows such instability to rule and disrupt head?  Just as people walk in and out, on and off the floor, weekly numbers should go away without discussion.  Here is what it creates, my job is not to talk in my head at work, my job is not to use my eyes while at work.

Do not be surprised by my clothing, I am dehydrated.

Blow jobs always.