Posts tagged with "personal"
I have this mentality where if someone doesn’t like me or love me back it is my fault. I begin to think I’m too ugly, too stupid, too fat, or too pathetic. Through the years, these feelings have lingered.
This summer I’m going to a music festival with this guy, and he happens to have been my first boyfriend. He also happens to have been the first person I had sex with. Oh and he was my first ex; he cheated on me twice. So yeah. Lets see how this goes.
I hate when homosexual individuals scream out their sexuality. I don’t tell anyone that I’m gay unless they ask, because my sexuality does not define me.
Life is so fragile.
I could kill myself tonight. The end. No more you. No more me. No more pain.
Some days I feel like Britney at the ‘01 VMAs but other days I feel like Britney in the ‘07 VMAs
Either way, I always feel like Britney.
“A place is only as good as you make it”
I agree with this saying to an extent. Being gay, young, and full of dreams I can’t really make my home a good place. I need to move. I want to move. I will move. It can’t come fast enough, and when I have my fresh start I’ll make it as best as possible. And after I’m done with my associates ill try to get a job in NYC and have the life I want to have. I’m beyond ready to begin my new life. I hate it here.
I don’t know what to think of myself sometimes. Well, everyday, pretty much.
I’m content with my life, but I would really like to share my joys with someone.
I want someone; someone who will hold me, kiss me, stare at me, and lay with me. I want to know my best friend is my partner. I want something romantically to happen to me. I want, I want, I want.
As I saw you smile and blush at her, my heart sank.
Did you ever think?
Maybe I don’t want to hear about your girl problems because I wanted to solve your girl problems.
Eyes like honey. A smile like sunshine.
I’ve never really wanted to be a girl before. I mean with the periods, social pressure, and boob sweat you know. I’ve been content with being myself but now I wish I was. I wish I was so things could work out for us.
This always happens to me. The ones that want me I don’t want, and the one I want doesn’t want me.