I Changed My Gender, And…

Some awesome lesbian sold me the best weed I’ve smoked in a long time a few days ago.

I was like

Damn. This lady thinks I’m some random guy, so I’ll just be

Nice as fuck, but

It never seems to matter as much.

There is always this comfort level

That doesn’t exist.

Also I mean, she(they?) was at work

So like, not the best time to make friends

But I wonder

How long it will take

For me to get over how painful it is

To no longer be able to socialize with

Women like I am one, even though

It never felt like I was one

To begin with.

It’s like being stuck

Between regrets, knowing

Life is too short to have them.


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