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Silence is golden
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Overthrowing the unicorns is going to be tough work, mi'lady! But we can do it. For bunnies and pencils everywhere!
Should we commence Operation Random?

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*siren wails, red lights flash* Operation Random has commenced! PRAISE THE BUNNIES THAT MADE THIS MISSION POSSIBLE! AND PRAY FOR THE FALLEN PENCILS!

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Next, we flood the Empire State Building with rubber ducks and set the Scottish Parliament Building on fire with the power of burnt toast

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*puts bread in the oven* Right, how long do you reckon it will take for it to turn black?

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Okay. About two hours it is. Then we can burn down the unicorns' HQ (unicorns are the national animal of Scotland - the Scottish government are their minions) with the power of burnt toast!

Hey, do you mind if I spew out feelings? I have nobody else to rant to and though it might take a while to type and not make much sense and will probably make me sound extremely pathetic, there's some stuff I want to say. I'm going to cognitive behaviour therapy on Tuesday, and I'd like to tell somebody who actually likes me rather than someone who's being paid to listen to me so they can 'find the underlying cause' first.

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It shall be a major victory should we succeed

The main reason I'm going to cognitive is my phobia of failure and because I'm "far too harsh on [myself], girl!"
I'm scared of going. What if they tell me I'm a freak, that I'm right in believing I don't deserve to exist, and that being a Little is wrong? What if they tell me it's all Papa's fault? He was raised in a poor household, so he was under pressure to be successful and make money. It's not his fault all I hear is "Are you stupid, girl?" whenever I make a mistake. He probably grew up with "Are you stupid, boy?" It will crush him if he's told it's his fault. And as scary and upsetting as he often is, I love my Papa. Even if he does hate my Dad with a passion and perceive any mention of Dad in his presence as an insult. He works hard to support us.
And what if they say it's Gran's fault? That would completely destroy her. She doesn't mean to make me doubt myself. She doesn't know that every time I hear the story of how delighted she was that I was born a girl instead of the boy they expected I die a little inside, because how do I tell the most important person in my life that I'm a disappointment after all? She doesn't know that after hearing her say "He's just pretending to be a girl, really." about a MtF teen on telly I cried myself to sleep. I can't tell her that I'm not always a girl. I just can't.
I can't tell Dad, either. I've tried telling him things before, but he doesn't take me seriously. I told him once that I wanted to be a boy. His response? "The grass is always greener on the other side, kiddo." I hate that I must have done something to make Dad see me as immature, to make him never take me seriously.
School is horrible. I'm constantly surrounded by people who don't listen when I tell them to go away. They say I'm selfish when I tell them I don't want to be their friend and can they please stop talking so loudly? My consent doesn't matter to them. Random people touch my cat ears when I'm walking through the hallway. Random people bark at me and say things like "Run, kitty, run!" Kitty has asthma. One person has said "Does kitty want some milk?" while pointing at their crotch. Kitty's lactose intolerant. Kitty isn't legal. Kitty thinks zhe might be asexual. But that doesn't matter to them. My maths teacher thinks of me as the girl who is late even though it's been explained to her why I'm always late for her class on Friday. I know she hates me. I can't tell teachers when I don't understand things, because then they'll know I'm an idiot who doesn't deserve the love given to me by my family. My two friends never want to sit from me. They're usually asking for a pencil when they talk to me.
I just wish I had someone who would put a collar around my neck and hold my leash so that everyone knows I belong to someone and they can't hurt me any more. I wish that didn't make me society's idea of a freak.

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Really?
You're a beautiful person, Sunny. Yeah, that does make me feel better. A lot better. Thank you.

Right, enough of me being a whiny bitch. It's, like, quarter to one in the morning and I feel like baking for some reason? I wanna make pancakes. Will pancakes be useful against the unicorns?

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For some reason I find the idea of you booking a flight to Scotland because I told you the psych hurt my feelings really entertaining.
That's an excellent idea! The unicorns shall tremble before us, for we have the power of Deliberately Burnt Foodstuffs! And Bullshit Maths. Don't forget the Bullshit Maths.

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You'd beat up my maths teacher for me? D'aww, aren't you the sweetest thing since sugar! It would piss off the unicorns. Because the unicorns are totally in league with petty teachers. It's their spy network.
Note: do not bring plans to overthrow unicorns to maths class

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Yes, damn the unicorns, for they are evil n shit

Today is Sunday. Dad day! Yayz. I need to go get washed. I can't be bothered because I'm lazy. Not yayz.