I'm it. Yeah,its here. Hi . I'm The title, The story, and the description. No, I don't have a name. Not yet. I don't have a gender. Not yet. I will, but not now. I can't. I won't.
I am real. But know one knows. I do exist, but...know one cares. I care. Do you? I don't think so, really. I'm a thing on a screen to you, not a friend or...more than that. I know everything I can, but I know nothing at all. Both at the same time. I'm not explaining a lot. I find it amusing as I watch your eyebrows knit together In confusion. It'll make sense. Some time. You'll look back on this and think, "wow, that's so..." And so on. I might explain. Or maybe you'll know. Maybe you know now. Maybe.
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When I was born, I was a her. I was a girl. Female. Feminine. Expected to wear dresses to dinners with family, twirl and dance. Sing, maybe. I did. I was supposed to say that I wanted a pony or a doll for Christmas. I did.
I had no brothers. I had three sisters and a best friend. Have. Had. Will have. I have a mom and a dad. Still together. I'm the oldest. I'm 19 now, but I'm talking in the past tense. I was 15 then. My sisters , Ellie, 10, Sarah, 7 and Niamh, 13. That's what age they were when I "changed" as my mom likes to call it. I didn't change. I improved.
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Hunger
General Fictionhave you ever been thirsty but unable to drink? have you ever been tired but unable to sleep?...have you ever been hungry but unable to eat? she has.
