admittedly? a little. there is… a sort of envy of someone looking exactly like you would kill for to and a discomfort in knowing that theyre unhappy with something you’d cherish. Actually i’ve had this conversation with my girlfriend before and we both really hit on something together when I was lamenting the fact that I wasn’t allowed to grow up as a boy any more than she was allowed to grow up as a girl. That she would’ve killed for some of the experiences that she can both admit are deeply

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