Sometimes, I get tired of being fragile

Sometimes, I get tired of being fragile.

Like last night, I was talking with Ruth, and I confessed to being scared to admit how much being a girl means to me. And as I talked, I started crying and shook as I tried to explain that once I admit I have no intention of going back to being a guy I wont have any defenses left to protect me from the baggage in my head.

Ah, well.