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I think I just might need to throw something at the next person who tries to analyze me. Maybe not throw. I might just be vaguely unhappy and uncomfortable. But...golly gee. "I think you chose the name Victor because it's a man's name and it makes you feel more secure blah blah blah and less vulnerable blah blah." Can't I just think a name is pretty?

I weigh a whole fifteen pounds less than I thought I did. Which does wonders for my self-image.

Speaking of self-images, I ought to improve mine. That's going to take a bit of work, isn't it? But I'm an artist; if I can't remold my own mind what good am I? It's just like sculpting, right? Just...more difficult. Considerably more difficult. I can do this, though! I'm tough!

I found out that I don't like to be called "little girl".

Thank heaven that I'm not under the ghost el oh el anymore.