My Dear MamaMama-I don't understand. You've already accepted me, right? You said "I will always love you, no matter what." but what did you mean by it?I know it's confusing. When just yesterday I would wake up and ask you to braid my hair, or when you would dress me in my best green dress for Christmas service. I know it seems like just moments ago I had ringlets of hair that bounced at my waist. I know it seems like I'm taking this from you, these memories you hold dearest of me and my childhood. I know it panics you to think that that little girl of your dreams is gone forever. But mama, I'm still here. The same person you created and brought up. T
I Want to be Who I WasI want to be me again,The old me.That girl,Who wasn't exactly a girl.Another epitome of lonely,And having no life outside.Bad haircuts and risky fashion statements,I never cared about others.I want to be that girl,Who was always herself.She might not have been happy,Hell,She was miserable,But at least she wasn't a lie.
all you need"Straight? "Gay?" "Lesbian?" "Bi?"