I'm a man, not a boy. Man not a boy, Man not a boi!

Now I'm happy. No. Really. Honest. Fuckers. I took a test on [The Spark] that guesses whether you are m/f. Guess that someone was right, I shoudln't have took it, because it was just "setting yourself up for a fall". It came up with the idea that I am a man.

No biggie, some may say, but then there's me. about 5 years ago, I was at [Thorpe Park] and going into the toilet when some bloke tapped me on the back and said "That's The Ladies". Bastard! I was wearing a black strappy top and some white jeans, and he made me cry.

One day at school, I was at the chocolate machine, and some guy said to me "Either cut your hair if you are a boy, or grow it if you are a girl, cos I don't know what the fuck you are." People at school used to sing the North and South song "I'm a man not a boy" at me. I hate it, but long hair don't suit me. Bastards, everyone.