I met this girl at the office.

She seemed cool and I was like, “Oh, that girl is cool.

Cool, cool, cool.”

And I was a bit nervous at first because I wasn’t sure what to say.

She was nice, and I liked her.

I just got really excited to see what kind of people she was and how she lived her life.

But then she said something about her boyfriend and she said, “He’s a really good guy, but I don’t know what to do with him.”

I was totally confused, because I was really happy that she liked me.

Then she was like—oh, he’s such a good guy.

And I said, wow, I am totally in love with him.

But she said I should wait until I see him again, and then she started crying and I just felt like shit.

So I was trying to ignore her, because it was really hard.

I didn’t want to do that, but then I realized that I should say something.

So after I finished crying, I just went into the bathroom and went into my room, put on a T-shirt, and just got dressed.

I think it was my first time in a whole week.

She came back and was like “Did you really think I was gonna be this sweet?

You were so weird, but you were so cute!”

It was really weird.

I felt like I was being judged for something that I had no idea what was going on with.

That night, I was texting my girlfriend and she was really cute and she got really upset and told me to leave.

And then I thought, this girl was just so weird.

And this was the first time I had ever been in a situation where I was angry with someone, and now I had to deal with that in a different way.

And it was just weird.

She didn’t seem to be upset.

But it was kind of hard to know if I was right.

She did come back to my room that night and I think she got mad at me for being so weird and weird about her.

She texted me, “You’re so weird.”

And then the next day she texted me again, “I think I need to move in with you.”

So I went to her house and she moved in with me.

I thought it was such a relief.

I knew that I was doing the right thing.

But I also knew that there was something wrong.

I was just trying to figure out how to feel about it, because there were times when I was thinking, What if she didn’t love me?

And then my mom was like—”Well, that’s OK.”

That was the hardest part.

When she moved out, I felt a lot of pressure to have sex, because my mother is such a big proponent of safe sex, and my dad is not so.

My mom and my father didn’t see eye to eye on that.

I kind of felt like my mom and dad weren’t going to understand what I was going through.

So it was hard for me to feel comfortable in my own skin.

That was my whole problem, I guess, and it was very isolating and stressful.

I guess it was one of those things where I had so many expectations that were unrealistic, and that was the biggest issue with my transition.

So the first couple of weeks after I got back from that, I had a really bad day.

I wasn’ t sleeping well, and after a while, I started feeling really depressed and really bad.

And the more I thought about it the more depressed I felt, because all my expectations about myself and my life were all coming true, and they were just completely shattered.

It was like a complete mental breakdown.

I feel like that day is the worst day of my life.

I can’t explain it, I can’ t put my finger on it.

It felt like, This is not happening, and this is not how I wanted to be with my family.

I’m not a happy person, and the more you’re thinking about it and the harder you try to think about it—I was like: I can see that in my life right now.

And so that’s when I started to start to feel really, really sad and confused.

I have been depressed and confused for so long that I’m just completely lost in my feelings.

But my therapist helped me understand that it was actually the other person’s problem that was affecting me.

She said, I think you’re a little sad because you’re going through so much pain, and your whole life has been a struggle.

You just don’t get to do all that stuff in your life, you have to be a slave to yourself.

And you know what I mean?

You have to stay in your body, you don’t have time to do anything else, you can’t see your parents or your siblings or anything else.

And all the time, it’s just all