All I knew when I was little was boy meets girl and they make a perfect family. The fuck. When were they going to tell you in reality when boy meets a girl he instantly thinks dumb hoe. Yeah trust me I'd know. Why don't they tell you it will hurt. Even loving family. I can't even look at mine the same. I can't even look them and say they are my family. Family don't do that. I loved her so much. But when you were little you were taught boys can't love boys and you and all the other women can't love women. You thought you were sick, twisted, and no one would love you the same. Just because I'm bi doesn't mean I'm fucked up. That's what you made me. You made me think I was insane. How long does the shit last how long does that shit stay with you. Cause let me tell you I still scream, kick, cry, and cuss in my sleep because of you. Do you not remember that time?
YOU ARE READING
dear diary,
Non-Fictionthis is my diary the book is what I write my shit in you get what I wrote and don't say shit about it that will hurt me
