I don't seem to have a self these days. My age changes, my interests change. I always have the lurking feeling that my interest in fashion is wrong/consumerist/materialistic/shallow/frivolous/unfeminist, and I have lost some sleep fretting over this, but, yeah. I have trouble ending my sentences, and a tendency to ramble. "Softcore feminist" "genderfucker" "has dubious grip on reality" "inflated sense of worth" "petty thief"
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