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I currently attend San Diego State University. There is nothing wrong with the campus, housing, food, faculty, nor resources in this school. However, I don’t feel as if I blend in well with the student body on campus. As a generalization, everyone here seems to be a frat boy meathead or sorority girl just looking to have a great time. Now, there’s nothing wrong with having a great time, but it doesn’t seem that they take their education seriously. It’s something you would see from the Jersey Shore or the Hills on MTV. Some people have recommended me to give it some more time to settle down. But, I am afraid to take the risk as I may not even find my niche or crowd settled here. In all seriousness, I believe the people around you make the joyful experience, but I can’t seem to blend in with anyone here at all. I’m just not part of the “cool” crowd.
As of today, I still have an opportunity to transfer schools to another Cal State, but it’s more of a commuter school. I feel so lost and I don’t want to regret my decision by staying or leaving. What do you think?

I have felt this way for as long as I can remember, however, my emotions are always ‘bottled up’ and kept away in the darkness, often times, for many years.
For example, it was only until I was 8 years old that I had revealed that I was severely depressed, and had attempted to commit suicide on one occasion. Hence, I was then put on a strong anti-depressant at 10 years old, which I, at 17, still use to this day. I hate my name, it is not my real name, and I hate it when my parents dub me as their ‘daughter’ or ‘girl’. I feel like hitting them. It was puberty where my feelings intensified, I grew two disgusting tumours on my chest, and began to develop fat-rolls called ‘womanly curves’ and began to have my menstural cycle, I hate babies and all things affiliated, and I do not intend on ever having them, so their is no purpose for my body to be in this form. I am heavily susceptable to the blood-condition aneamia, so this does not help.
I hate pink, I feel alienated, my parents try to force me into these stupid girly things such as dancing or make-up. My parents won’t let me purchase a handgun that I had wanted since I was 9 years old, and it takes a huge amount of convincing just to wear unisex clothing, however, I feel more ‘me’, with men’s clothing. All women’s clothing makes me want to throw up. It’s all ‘no, you can’t do that! You’re a girl! Stop being so stupid!’ with my parents. I cannot think emotionally, only rationally and logically, my brain-waves are slightly different from the norm as said by a doctor who did an EEG on me. I also have Asperger Syndrome, and I don’t fit in.
I have short teenage-boy hair and I wear blue, white or green plaid shirts and baggy trousers. I only fit in with males, but I am judged constantly due to having a female’s body that does not match my gender. I’ve became more and more suicidal, I’m 5’3 and 6 stone as the more weight I loose, my worthless ‘menstural’ cycle will cease, and I will loose my chest tumours. I cannot stand looking in the mirror at my body, because it just isn’t me. I’m not screamish, I like blood, and if it weren’t for the risk of fatal blood-loss I’d of cut off my breasts by now and modified the rest, including my trachea.
I’m starting High school for the first time in September, and I should be feeling happy. But I am not. I don’t want to even be seen in public, and it has always been this way. I spoke to my doctor and parents for the first time about this issue, and my doctor diagnosed me with Gender Disphoria. My mom just argued with me and screamed at me, making me feel worse, no matter how much I told her this is affecting my schoolwork, daily life, and motivation. I’m just in my room 24/7, playing World of Warcraft, C&C and shooting games and programming script-based applications, I have literally no motivation in me to even wake up anymore, or live, for that matter. I’ve had dreams where I wake up, and I’m me, a boy, not a girl. My voice is different, I have no breasts, my name is different, and I go on to live a confident and happy life, going out to play soccer with my mates and acheiving in school because I wasn’t distracted by constant depression. I wake up crying every single time I get that dream.
I spoke to my psychologist about this (most of it in private, up until the last moments of discussion.) And he told us about this reassignment clinic, which also had opportunities for surgery. Something lit up inside of me, and I thought that finally, I would be happy and have the chance to live a happy life and not a life of misery. But my parents reject it everytime I bring it up. It’s about 5 hours from where I live, and it’s just a corner away. But they still reject it and arguments have been started because of it, only making me feel worse. I feel as if it is my fault that I was born. I wasn’t born right, this is not my body, even my face does not match my body, and just the sight of me you would be able to tell that there is something wrong. I am not a ‘Tomboy’ I hate everything female-related, and I am gay, I’m a teenage boy that likes other boys. Female genitalia disgusts me to no end, including the smell. Just everything.
I hate having no muscle mass due to my genetic deformity (having a girl’s body) and I’ve had several breakdowns because of it. I feel that I can’t go on for any longer. What’s the point in living if you’re going to be miserable all of your life? Please help me and no insulting answers. I would appreciate it so much. I just want to be happy and that is so much to ask for. Thanks.

7:36pm
49b West St, Bristol
A dark soul doesn’t make a dark person, but a dark mind. The words of a father who had raised a daughter to accommodate a niche in his life, a sense of unaccomplished purpose, that he’d given the world nothing to remember him by and a child that took his name would fill this gap. And while her mother would take her on picnics alongside her grandmother, he’d read her Dante and encourage her to break away from the traditional. This early symbolism had a profound effect on the girl, raging against normality and the trials of an ordinary life. Maths Textbook ’86, knee length skirts, mum and the pressure from all of those she knew to kiss a boy. Not father, he understood that she was different. It troubled him but he ‘got it’ as she told him emotionally on her fifteenth birthday before introducing him to her first love Liz Sale the next week. She had such belief in her father being the only person alive that understood her being ‘virtually alone’, that when he died only months later she attempted to take her own life, for the first time.
As she stood inhaling the fumes of her own act, back pressed against the rapidly burning timber of her front door, this tortured soul laughed out loud at what she’d done. For the one bed roomed, top floor flat behind her held the memories of her past life, ones which were now smouldering in the depths of an inferno, started many years previously in the caves of her mind.
The blisters forming on her upper back meant little to her, no pain could shatter the absolute beauty of a new start, however difficult that fresh ‘life’ may prove to be. For, unconscious, on a brass built double bed next to an ashen pile of summer shirts and four empty bottles of value vodka, was a woman she’d met three years previously and first kissed two months later. A woman that believed they were in love and that had booked a two night romantic trip to Bruges for the 24th of that month. Now slowly burning to death on her own bed, Turned upon by a psychopathic depressive with access to alcohol and a cigarette lighter.
True, she’d loved the heart and mind and body of her ‘Astrid’ (so she called her for her resemblance to the photographer Astrid Kirchherr), yet in the end the darkness of her mind had led her to the atrocious act. Like an infected sore inside her brain that had inflamed, mutated her father’s words into thoughts of brutal murder. To burn her lover to death on a warm summer’s evening, to take advantage of the flat they rented together was not only to murder ‘Astrid’ but rid herself of the infection. At that, slumped against the far wall, tears of laughter rolling down her face – she was free.
The skin of ‘Astrid’s’ right arm began to peel, dying away at the intense heat of a room falling to wreck itself, the bedroom that she’d spent nights of passion, fatigue and rest within was now giving up its memory to the acrid smoke and curling flames that engulfed it. She gave one last forceful shunt to the door, collapsing to the ground as it gave way, already weakened by the heat. An unbearable surge of flame forced its way through the air as ‘Astrid’ collapsed. Hitting the floor her mind turned to what had happened, the electric kettle to the face. ‘Astrid’ wept, she’d thought she could change her, how wrong she’d been.
Smoke, black, pursed its way through the gap between the door and threshold, finding the ceiling seconds later. Yet all she could do was watch, laughing as her own death drew slowly nearer. The crackle of the fire attacking the wood scared her little, she’d lost her respectability, her intrigue in life, her love, her future and she was glad of it, for now she was soothed by the inevitability of death’s sweet release. Suicide was nothing new to her, three times had she attempted the plunge from Clifton suspension bridge into the Avon Gorge in her youth, only coerced out of the matter by shallow promises of change. Although she’d never succeeded, every time she did so a little piece of her had died, her eyes becoming colder. It was time.
Wood splintered and the air seemed to rip in two as the first shot ricocheted through her shoulder, the second found the upper arm. Into the smouldering heat that now enveloped her body she let out a blood boiling scream as all memories of her dark, tortured life were lost to the fire and the crimson blood that rolled down her right arm. The bullets now embedded in the wall of the corridor had come not from the far end of the hall but the other side of the door caught up in the blaze within. Her head hit the floor, body sliding down the wall, smearing it in her blood. She blinked for a final time before the blackness embraced her. Seeing the two splintered holes at the bottom of the door, just above the letter box made her smile. In her final act she had failed to destroy her own memories, it had been them that had destroyed her.

Pretty sure it’s a soviet cartoon, and it has this bird character, on long legs, with a long, thin beak, a fluffy body and its eyes are practically sitting on the beak… I got a necklace from my grandma in russia with this bird and i SWEAR i’ve seen it or something VERY, VERY SIMILAR like it in a cartoon when i was younger, but we just can’t remember what the cartoon was! My memory puts the bird to be standing in water, if that serves as a clue, but i might be wrong…
All my previous searches or birds in russian cartoons lead to Kesha, NOT the bird i’m talking about, and my mom suggest that it is the bird from the alien market in the cartoon “The Secret of the Third Planet” (Тайна третьей планеты) that was selling this balloon-like creature, and although the bird IS similar, the beak is too thick and the eyes are part of the beak, while on the necklace they are small (beady?), round and sit right next to the body on the long beak.
Can somebody please help me? My whole family agrees that this bird was definitely in a cartoon (was shown in russia at some point), but none of us can recall this particular cartoon.
Potential leads are also appreciated! =)

So I’m going to the mall tomorrow with my mom to shop all the sales that are going on now. I have $40 plus whatever my mom gives me/ pays for {$50 at the very most} Can you help me get a list of things together to get? I want links/ polyvore if you can.
Abercrombie: 40% off redlines in store
Hollister: 40% off redlines in srote
Victoria’s secret: SAS.
Bath and Body works: SAS {Free travel size item coupon}
AE: I have a coupon for anywhere between 15%- 40% off, and whichever one is a better deal, I also have $10 off a $40 purchase.
{My favorite out of this list are AE and Abercrombie}
My style? Girly, florals, ruffles, I also like plaid button downs. {PS, I’m in the market for another pair of shorts}
[If you don’t like any of the brands mentioned, don’t respond please. This is my body, and what I choose to wear]

So I’m going to the mall tomorrow with my mom to shop all the sales that are going on now. I have $40 plus whatever my mom gives me/ pays for {$50 at the very most} Can you help me get a list of things together to get? I want links/ polyvore if you can.
Abercrombie: 40% off red lines in store
Hollister: 40% off red lines in srote
Victoria’s secret: SAS.
Bath and Body works: SAS {Free travel size item coupon}
AE: I have a coupon for anywhere between 15%- 40% off, and whichever one is a better deal, I also have $10 off a $40 purchase.
{My favorite out of this list are AE and Abercrombie}
My style? Girly, florals, ruffles, I also like plaid button downs. {PS, I’m in the market for another pair of shorts}
[If you don’t like any of the brands mentioned, don’t respond please. This is my body, and what I choose to wear]