F*ck my family. I'm never gonna be who they want me to be, and they are never going to accept me the way I am. I am happy dammit and I don't need them to tell me. I'm gonna be my awesome, nerdy and gay self and if they don't like it, then they don't have to be there. In other news, what's a man gotta do for some sweet strawberries around here? Dang it I live in California!
Deleted ex-girlfriend's number from phone and I am NOT putting it back in this time it's been nearly two weeks since we've talked and I'm not doing it anymore. I just don't care. I hope nothing bad happens to her, but I'm done caring about her fuck up. She fucked up by letting me go, not me. I hope she finds whatever it is she's looking for even though I can already see the path she's headed down and it's full of drugs, lies, and cheaters. I wish her the best.
I feel the same way!! The best thing to do is feign interest in giving them a damn about them, I am quite good at doing this :lol:
I know how that is. Feel the same way. -- Well. I have been deluding myself for the past few months. God, I feel so stupid. What was I thinking? because... Sims 3 sucks in comparison to the unbridled passion that is Sims 2! How did I ever think otherwise? Found my old collection of Sims 2 expansion packs.
How long will it take my heart to learn I can never be with this girl... I need to stop thinking about her. -__-
Thinking about getting one myself. Parents wouldn't approve, especially since I'd like a couple tats to go with it. But then again, in that regard, the shit fit they throw when they learn I've got a tat's going to pale in comparison to what they'll say when they learn about my gender.
I can't accept that I have bipolar, I won't. Idc if I'm lying to myself. Maybe I'm not, maybe I've been faking everything! I don't want this.
The beast stares back with it's gentle eyes They are my Achilles' heel I manage to resist, but the beast merely sighs To my dark nature it does appeal Then taunting and smirking with it's malicious grin It slowly wraps me in it's barbed wire It knows all too well that I'm apt to sin Now it's gentle eyes turn to fire I try to go, but tugging claws do force me near No possible escape releases the tears I relent to fate and give in to the hideous fear But then a light, and then my Hero so surely appears~
But parents not approving is approximately 30% of the point, isn't it? What tatts are you interesting in getting? I want a couple myself: An anarchy symbol on my wrist, and a revolutionary fist on my left upper back/shoulder. Also, once my surgery scars have healed, I'll get them tattooed over.
How is it that out of a fairly enjoyable evening at the LGBT* center I take away only the continuing deficit of significant relationships in my life. Maybe I'll call up one of my friends to talk about it. Oh wait. I don't have any.
