empty parking lots, empty pill bottles.

this is my diary.

when i was 12, my mom outed me. 

it wasn't that big of a deal, though. like, in love simon, his whole school figures out and all this shit happens, or whatever. but when she outed me it really wasn't that big of a deal, i guess. 

she didn't out me to my school, thank god. she didn't out me to my community or whatever.

she told my dad, though.

my parents were good. they were happy. they loved each other a lot. they were good. they told each other everything, too.

but that was my thing. that was my thing. love simon, right. it was my choice. 

but the way she found out was also not my choice. at that point i think i'd only known about the liking girls point for 2 months or so.

i had a diary, like this. but this time, she won't find it and read it and confront me and tell my dad.

and so people in my life just like to wonder why i have issues with my mom. and i tell them that i just don't like to talk about things to her.

but that's not true. i don't like talking about things to anyone because of her.

i dont know.

so i have this diary, to know that she will never find it. this is mine. this is my diary.

but there are things i think the world should also know. things that she doesn't get to take away.

so i'm sharing this one. i get to tell people this time. i get to do that.

this is mine.