Okay okay.. I confess already. I'm gay. Okay? If your against it, well take a flying fuck and I don't give a damn.
I get it. The whole thing "Homosexuality is against god!" Well boo hoo. I've been gay since sixth grade and oh, did I mention I was an atheist to? No? Well I am. I'm a gay atheist who really wants to die but I have a crush on this girl who's like... God. Just imagine goo goo eyes.
I mean this chicks hot, but, my cousin and well my whole family doesn't really know. But my grandmother kinda figured it out since I wouldn't shut up about Gay rights. And I like never stopped talking about this hot chick at school so... Yeah. Tell me if you can't figure it out.
But I guess this story starts out when I told my cousin about it. And duh I didn't say it to her face, I texted her. I may be ballsy but I'm not that much of a bad ass to walk up to her and tell it to her face "Hey sis I'm gay, I like girls." Type thing.
The day I told her was a few days before I told my gran (which scared the piss outta me) And the coolest thing was, that he accepted it. I mean, I live in a Christian family, but I hate it. My great uncles a preacher, my grans like a "God warrior" as people call it and well.. I'm the odd one out. Cause I don't give a shit about Jesus, I would rather worship Miley Cyrus's ass than Jesus. I know she doesn't have one, but you get my point. And the funny thing is... Everyone thinks I would like this prissy bitchy chick. Uh no. I'm good. Drama isn't my forte, nope. I'll whoop your ass if you start shit.
