Why do I have to chicken out. She could definitely tell there was something I wanted/need to tell her, but my lips wouldn't budge. I'm going to try again next week, and if that fails with one or both of them, I'm reverting to the prior plan of leaving the letter.
The more time I'm proud of my orientation the more 'gayer' my underwear are becoming. I don't know if it's TMI but, I went from boxers to boxer briefs to low rise briefs....
My God. It's no wonder my self-esteem is so f**ked up when she keeps telling me what a s**t person I am. Sigh. -.-
These past couple of days I've been feeling particularly moody. I think a big part of it is the growing rift between me and my mom. I really wish my gender wasn't such a big damn deal for her. I wish she could accept it and move on. I hate the idea of making her sad and yet I know if I hold back for the sake of her happiness I'd be lying to myself. She's the sort who believes that you can "choose" how you feel but that is NOT the case it all. My desires are part of who I am and I can't let them go.
That nothing I do, could be this bad: Krad the Hedgehog Hegdehodg LOL. Why do I subject myself to finding the worst of the worst? Probably because it makes me feel alive, or better about myself. Or both!
Pics or it's a lie -------- I'm telling my housemates tonight that I'll be moving out within a week. I hope they don't take it too badly.
You mean like this: He likes to read the paper from that pose. At the time, my Doberman was searching for a used car...
I guess people don't value their lives, because apparently they don't look at both sides of the street before crossing. I almost hit this inattentive individual with my car -_- -sigh-
i should get out of bed and go eat 'cause im so hungry!! damn im torn between the two. bed or food?....meh
there is 101 things i want to do right now. like eat cheese, eat cheese cake, drink, play soccer, watch adventure time, sleep ect ect. why does everything contradict each other.