I try with the make up...I don't do this every day but I need it...then I go for it and it's like I have no fricking idea how to make myself look good. I have a girls face (maybe) and a girls figure, but sometimes, I just don't know...
It's so difficult. 25 years ago I could pass no problem...and now it's like Lisa hates me. I get so bummed sometimes...I want to be the woman I know I am, but it's so difficult sometimes!
I have a man's life, and my entire world depends on that. But Lisa screams at me. Sometimes its a bit maddening.
Luckily I do have people I know that care. So it's ok. A few. Sometimes I feel so stressed out that I couldn't really care less about the world...things you want to make a difference with...volunteer work...habitat houses...soup kitchens.
Yeah, I get depressed sometimes. But I just put it in the back of my mind. So many friends of mine have experienced tragedies. But, you know, that is the world we live in.
And I KNOW..that everyone out there feels like I do at times....It's like you want to make a difference, but the effort seems so worthless sometimes.
I live alone....a friend of mine has to commute 2 hours, and then take care of his brother who is handicapped, and take care of his 4 kids...his wife left him.
Now, seeing that..how should I complain" I have no reason to...as far as my buddy is concerened...relatively speaking. So do I get bummed out because my make up lookis like hell???? What the hell does it matter. I don't think that "panty style" or tripping out because we went to a lingeree shop...well... bottom line...what does it matter" Except to us. Yes..to us....
And then this week I get a new wig in the mail...I was so excited! I love being lisa...putting on the wig and feeling so girllie... but I get torn between Lisa and Kenny. Kenny had things to do. How do I balance it? I have balanced it...for a long, long, time.
But I get sooooooooo bummed, deep in my mind, at times. I can't cry, because I have no one to cry to. I cant remember the last time I leaned into someone's shoulder and let out my inner feelings.
But sometimes I just can't cry. I want to, but it's difficult.
Lisa/Kenny