I’m fucking tired. Tired of the hiding and the running. Tired of the hair dye, the wigs, the glasses, the contacts, the layers of makeup, the body padding, and the shoddy, slutty Walmart clothes. I’m tired of cheap Barbie-sized rental cars, urine reeking train stations, bus seats wet and sticky from sweaty, fat asses and greasy lice-matted hair. I’m tired of seedy small towns and their cockroach infested, cum stained, fuckpad motels. Tired of always looking in the rearview mirror, scanning my surroundings, and being constantly on edge. Tired of the aliases, so many, I can’t keep track. So many, there are moments were I’ve forgotten my real name, who I once was.