I’m just going to write stream of consciousness  I don’t like women I admire I’m scared of them I’m scared I’ll never be like them and I’ll always laugh at every joke and be afraid of feeling angry and letting people know every time I was angry I ate a lot of something really salty or really sweet and kept the wrappers in my bag so roommates wouldn’t see them in the trash can  I remove them at irregular intervals, when I’m in public by a trash can and I don’t know anybody there I move to a new one for…