I grabbed a pen and paper to get these thoughts out. Its not like anyone is every going to read it anyways, it's just for me. I'll throw it away afterwards. Its always been therapeutic for me to write letters to people and never send them. It clears my thoughts.
"I walked into the lunch room and looked for my friend, Derek. I didn't see him at first but when I did I noticed him sitting with a girl I didn't recognize. She was really pretty... She had purple hair and it looked like she had a tattoo or two and her smile really lite up the room. I know that sounds cheesy but it really did. I've never looked at a girl and felt this way before... It made me kind of nervous so I went straight to the lunch line instead of sitting for a minute like I usually do. I'm trying to think about what to say. I usually struggle with meeting new people but when they're making me feel this way... I'm really struggling with what to say. I'm not the best in social situations."
It's not really a letter... More like a really short story about meeting her but it was meant to be a letter. It doesn't matter. It did the trick and I feel better. Maybe I'm ready to ask her out? I thought about her some more as I crumbled it up and threw it in my trash bin.
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Coming Out: My Story
Não FicçãoMy story of coming out as queer... Or rather being forced to come out... My ex girlfriend Cassandra, my mother finding the letter, the therapy session, and a look into the future
