Got up at 9.45am today.
Incredible.
I no longer have problems waking up early these days.
Except when I have to go to school.
Makes no sense to me.
Anyway why hasn't the Vice-dean given me a reply??

Letting go has been harder than I thought.
I find myself bursting into laughter or tears,
At random times of the day,
Whenever I think about her.
Although the progress is pathetic,
At least I am on the road to recovery.

After 22 years in the company of females,
I still have no clue as to what women want.
Please don't tell me stuff like,
They want their butts to be smaller or something.

Maybe I should make some transition plans,
And stick to it.
Like maybe giving myself a time frame of a year,
To get started on testosterone.
So meanwhile I can still live comfortably,
And spend on shoes and clothes.
Of course at the same time,
I will increase my savings as well.

As usual,
My thoughts on transition:
I may find myself conforming to societal views,
Of what a man should be,
If I ever opt for surgery.
I know I am not a stereotypical guy;
I'm a little sissy,
And the way I handle relationships is screwed.
So if I ever want to integrate into society successfully,
I might have to change myself.
A little.