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Here is a long drawn out speech of how I feel, if you don't want to hear me rant then its pretty simple: Don't read it.
I am tired of it all. Tired of people looking at me like I am some type of alien. I am a normal 17 year old girl, who is just trying to live her life. So, I'm gay... deal with it! I am the same girl that I have been my whole life with a girlfriend. Why am I so scared of what people think? Maybe it is because I don't want to be put in that stereotype. I am not experiencing a "phase" this is me. I hear what faculty, and even just any adult says about gay/lesbian/bi-sexuals, it's not so nice. It's out now, well I'm out now so I guess I just need to get used to everyone's opinion on the topic. I mean you can't please everyone right? I started by telling my sister (who means the world to me), and then it flew from there. But I just look forward to that graduation day when I say goodbye to all the people that are putting me through hell (no offense FTC class of '07).
Oh, and it doesn't feel too good to hear your own sister say "NO, I'm not Brittany." No she isn't Brittany, but for what reason would she want to be. I am far from perfect, people don't see beyond my titles. I may play a huge part at my school, but how does that make me perfect, it doesn't... not in the least bit.
Honestly, I don't think I can really take much more of this bullshit. I want to get away, far away from everyone, and be all alone. Everyday I come home to a house that is pretty much unpredictable. I have to ask myself, "I wonder if Chris and my mom are in a good mood today?" Even if they are I can't talk to my mom ever because all she does is snoop around trying to find something bad about me. What she doesn't know is that I am not like many teens I care so much about my education, and my social life. I would never do drugs, why waste my teenage years with a bunch of tedious actions that would get me nowhere. I can't be honest or up front with my mother about my sexuality because I am scared shitless that she will never love me the same. Maybe I should call up my drug addict father and tell him, so at least one of my parents knows. Oh yeah wait I can't because my dad doesn't give two shits about me, he only cares about getting stoned. But yeah that's like I guess. Everyone has there problems. This was just some of the few that are slapping my in the face right now.
I am tired of it all. Tired of people looking at me like I am some type of alien. I am a normal 17 year old girl, who is just trying to live her life. So, I'm gay... deal with it! I am the same girl that I have been my whole life with a girlfriend. Why am I so scared of what people think? Maybe it is because I don't want to be put in that stereotype. I am not experiencing a "phase" this is me. I hear what faculty, and even just any adult says about gay/lesbian/bi-sexuals, it's not so nice. It's out now, well I'm out now so I guess I just need to get used to everyone's opinion on the topic. I mean you can't please everyone right? I started by telling my sister (who means the world to me), and then it flew from there. But I just look forward to that graduation day when I say goodbye to all the people that are putting me through hell (no offense FTC class of '07).
Oh, and it doesn't feel too good to hear your own sister say "NO, I'm not Brittany." No she isn't Brittany, but for what reason would she want to be. I am far from perfect, people don't see beyond my titles. I may play a huge part at my school, but how does that make me perfect, it doesn't... not in the least bit.
Honestly, I don't think I can really take much more of this bullshit. I want to get away, far away from everyone, and be all alone. Everyday I come home to a house that is pretty much unpredictable. I have to ask myself, "I wonder if Chris and my mom are in a good mood today?" Even if they are I can't talk to my mom ever because all she does is snoop around trying to find something bad about me. What she doesn't know is that I am not like many teens I care so much about my education, and my social life. I would never do drugs, why waste my teenage years with a bunch of tedious actions that would get me nowhere. I can't be honest or up front with my mother about my sexuality because I am scared shitless that she will never love me the same. Maybe I should call up my drug addict father and tell him, so at least one of my parents knows. Oh yeah wait I can't because my dad doesn't give two shits about me, he only cares about getting stoned. But yeah that's like I guess. Everyone has there problems. This was just some of the few that are slapping my in the face right now.