Can I quit now?

I don't think I want to be a women. Not that I want to be a man. Not that's that not cool. Just too much elbow skin and privilege for me to handle.

I just don't know. It seems such hard work. I just don't care enough to DO everything.
I like sleep. Like lots.

I mean we don't look at a dog or cat (you might be cat people) and and think, wow. She is so out of shape. They can drag their belly across the floor and it's totally cool.

I just don't want to spend three hours a day, every day to look "more woman".
I like make-up. I just seemed to miss something important because I don't understand when being an angry orange became a "thing". I used to be pale and interesting and now I am just pale. When did being a person with something important to say become less important than lip contouring?
I feel like I am channel Bill Hicks half of the time. More like Bill Hicks with a head cold and tequila hangover.  
I hate my sister. I wish I didn't. I spend a lot of time meditating and drawing on my deep spiritual connection to all that is to cleanse this hate while also hoping she gets hit by lightening. In the vagina.
She is all the shit about "people" in a human flesh sack. She is cruel and petty and shallow and vain and fake.
She "woman's" well.
She is high heels and fake eyelashes and doesn't eat.
I don't even know who the fuck she is competing with. I just can't.
I have a lot of young people in my life now and it makes me feel so, fucking, old.
Where as ten years ago I might have tried to warn them about the crazy shitty obvious shit they are doing, I know they are doing to do it no matter what the fuck I say!
"I just got my degree! I'm going to do this cooperate thing (that has nothing to do with anything I am remotely interested in) and it's going to be great".
No. No it's not. You will hate it with the passion of a thousand suns and if you do it long enough you may even jump off a fucking bridge. Is nothing like what I say!
"Oh. Hope it works out."
I do. I mean I hope it isn't the hell I have seen about 15-20 of my friends go through from fast food chains to casinos, where they waste the whole of their twenties doing shit they fucking hate for companies that are evil until they lose it in some epic fashion.
There is not enough camomile tea in the world to get rid of the nightmares I can see coming and I can do jack and shit about.
I'm just going to go back to my vegan pie making and read Pintrest uplifting quotes so I can get through the day.