Year 511, Fall, Day 30.
I cannot believe that in my desperation I turn to a tattered old book for help.
Help me, please. I need something to help me.
I am going crazy inside my head.
I am trying to stay calm -everyday- but it feels like something is eating me from the inside out. Only when I sleep can I get peace, I can dream of living another life. The life I am supposed to be living right now! But then I wake up and the hell starts all over again.
I’ll tell you what it feels like. From the minute I wake up here, to the moment I go to bed I feel like I want my skin to drip off, and fall to my feet. I want my hair to burn and crackle and frizzle up so I don’t have to feel it swish around my face anymore. I want these stupid little eyelashes to break off and leave me. I want my voice to break and go hoarse so that I don’t have to sound like a little girl all the time.
Sometimes in my desperate moments, I think to myself… I must be wrong. I must be wrong, I can just act like them and talk like them and put on all their little clothes and necklaces and do my hair and it will be alright. No one has to know, I can hide it.
Well, you know… then I look in the mirror and I see how disgusting I am. I don’t look like me, and that is the only way I can describe it. I stand there, naked, and I see every lump and swell and bump and mass and I want to throw up. I want to take my nails and claw at the skin until its raw and torn but not there anymore. I want to take a knife, and cut it off. But I can’t do it. I’m not strong enough to even give myself what I need… Am I sick? Am I damaged? I don’t know how I can be, I was born like this. I curse every single twist of fate that brought my parents together to create this mess.
I guess tomorrow I’ll just wake up again. Wake up to the bell and the giggles of all these stupid, precocious little girls. I can’t believe that… I’m one of them.
I can’t do this much longer, I just can’t.
…Kai.