Like a cloud my emotions consume me, suddenly I can’t see anymore. “No not here! Get me out!”
I yell at the fucking world as it falls more silent..
“This place just makes me angry!”
Now I’m consuming myself.
I’m hiding away.
I’m never coming back.
I hope he still thinks so. Were so busy being stoned when he hangout cx
I’ve come to a conclusion regarding my sexual orientation, and this is it:
I don’t need a goddamn conclusion. If I want to sleep with a guy, I’ll sleep with a guy. If I want to only date girls, I’ll only date girls. What goes between my legs isn’t anyone’s business but my own, and I don’t have to answer anyone who asks, “So what are you?” I’m me, and if you think that my sexual orientation needs a word, then fuck you.