should i send this one too? :) j/k
you tell me i'm being insensitive. i'm the arrogant one. i'm the one who can't compromise. you say that i'm rubbing my sexuality in your face. fuck off dad. you don't know what it's like to go home and have your mother shoot you glares of hate. you don't know what it's like to feel ashamed of who you are. you don't know what it's like to see every photograph of yourself disappear because your family is too pained to see your face. you don't know what it's like to be able to count the number of hugs you've received in the past year and a half on half of your hand. you're not in therapy b/c you think you're going crazy every fucking day b/c you're trying to find ways to cope with such a loss. you don't have fucking breakdowns that don't allow you to remember what it's like to feel, and have to shell out 60 bucks an hour to tell a stranger how your mother has ripped out your heart and made you feel numb. fuck off dad, you have no clue what it means to protect yourself from your own family. these wounds are fresh, raw. i'm not even giving you a chance to get close, to make an effort. not now. so just fuck off.