Young moon shines in my window. All the kefir in a house I drank.
I pray for the anti-hangover drugs. They are my salvation.
Im in a transcendent reality.
A chaotic flow of thinking. Garbage.
I need fresh air. It's muggy.
Again I think that I want to be a man.
In the maternity hospital said that I will be a boy.
What the crap? I was born a girl.
It's not fair! I didnt want!
While luck is that I have been able to be born.
I should be glad that I have.
I wanna to be a man!I WANNA TO BE A MAN!!!
I WANNA TO BE A MAN!!!I WANNA TO BE A MAN!!!
I WANNA TO BE A MAN!!!I WANNA TO BE A MAN!!!
I WANNA TO BE A MAN!!!I WANNA TO BE A MAN!!!
I WANNA TO BE A MAN!!!I WANNA TO BE A MAN!!!

Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa .... T_T