Of sound mind and body?

Hypocrisy I can’t stand. But it’s another story... The thing is that I hate myself. Yes, I wrote somewhere here that I like myself. It’s true. I like being a woman three times a week. But other four days are rubbish. My body is some kind of a border that keeps me on this exact place and doesn’t allow me to go where I belong. I can’t do things and actions that I would like to do if I lived in another epoque, time and body. I would be someone else. Someone smart, beautiful and with this specific wind of razzmatazz. And I hate my face. And my disabilities. And my character that drives me crazy! Make a little change in my life and I will be furious, mad. What a marvelous feature of character - surely will help me in my future life, thank you, God! And you know what? Loneliness is absolutely fantastic.
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Matura, Studies, Life. Yea, sounds like fun. But there is a little obstacle- you have to pass the exams to get to the university. They have a lot of laugh when I say- I will go for resocialisation. "What will you do then? Working with criminals?" But I want to do things that I like. And I want to help people get back to normal life. No one living can ever stop me.