Writer's Block: Some words to live by...
I'd rather be hated for who I am, than loved for who I'm not.
those are my words to go by. i lived behind masks for so long terrified of what people would think of me. then i realized i wasn't happy, i wasn't myself, and my god i wanted out. it took awhile for every mask and all the costumes i hid behind to be taken off. and i did lose friends. with some i grew closer, and others i became someone you just say hello to when you bump into each other at the mall. even though it hurt i was actually proud of myself for once. this was something i had done all on my own. i faced my fears and looked them straight in the eye. the friends part, well, its true what they say about true friends won't care and the friends who ditch you weren't really your friends to begin with. its not comforting at first but looking back on it i know i'm better without those friends i had known for so many years. they just didn't understand me. i was a bit too shocking. i was a hyper lesbian who wasn't afraid to say what she thought. they would have just held me down and i wouldn't be anywhere near where i am today. they loved the girl they knew. their funny, clumsy, straight friend. they didn't like, and yes a few even hated, their funny, clumsy, gay friend. i choose being around the friends i don't have to be fake with. even if it means i have a much smaller social life.