Short stories to guide your way home

Short story #1

Thank you for attempting to read this story. This is mostly about struggles in my life, and or other people's life. This talks about depression, anxiety, sexual anxiety, and more. If you don't like stories like this, it might get graphic sometimes, so I would step out now.
Warning: cussing/swearing is used, read at own risk

Introduction to darkness- chapter one
Do any of you wake up, and ask "why am I different?" Well, if you do, you're a lot like me. I'm not saying I hate being different, but, being different gets In the way of things, like, being honest to my parents; sometimes, it's hard to come out as Bisexual, lesbian, Gay, or whatever you are. Or maybe, it's hard to confess that you ate the last of the cookies. Whatever it is, it's just classified as hard. Us humans, decide if it's hard or not, and then society rules it all out. Society is a bitch, isn't it? Society says to be yourself, but then, when you are 'being yourself' it turns its back on you. Society is like an on and off friend. It can encourage you, but it can also tear you apart. Now, going on to me. I've never been the one to romanticize mental illness, but I read stories on wattpad about romanticizing mental illness; and I quite enjoy them. (EDIT: I didn't understand what romanticizing mental illness Meant because I thought it meant something about the story of overcoming depression, and then getting a boyfriend at the end... Sorry. I was very ignorant at the time, but now my eyes have opened. All sympathy for my mentally ill friends because I'm struggling with depression at the moment... Sorry for this misunderstanding -Amber) my experience on wattpad, I've always wanted to 'go out of the box' and create something original and beautiful. But, when I try, I always end up doing the same thing, and people seem to like it nonetheless. So, I decided to make this short story based on what I wanted to talk about: I wanted to talk about Sexual frustration. Sexual frustration is, where you don't know your sexuality. Like, if your straight, you like guys/girls. But, you might like guys and girls, which is classified as being Bisexual. This is my story on this topic.

     I knew something was different about me, maybe when I was starting 2nd or 3rd grade. I would ask one of my friends to kiss me. She was a girl, and we don't really hang out much anymore. I didn't even know it was called being lesbian or bisexual at all. It was just for 'fun'. Now, we never actually hooked up, but it is awkward looking back at it. And, we never actually kissed, either. Because, before all of that, I had 'dated' some guys at summer camp. There was only one guy I really liked. His name was Parker, and we hung out a lot. Sometimes, he would ditch his friends so he could hang out with me. He was super sweet. But after maybe a week, I never saw him again. We didn't kiss either, but he was super sweet. So, I never gave that any thought until 5th grade, where I started to understand lesbians and gays a little more; because of this, I started to panic, because I wasn't lesbian. I liked boys too, and I certainly wasn't gay. Once I figured out bisexuality was a thing, I immediately got on the train. Once I started school again (still in 5th grade, because I figured it out on summer break)  I was debating whether to tell my friends or not. All my friends are girls, and I didn't want to creep them out, so I saved it until next summer; a couple months before we went into 6th grade, I told them. I told them I liked girls and guys, and that I was bi. To my shock, my friends said that they were Bisexual too. We all got on the train, and are still on. I hope this inspired you to be honest to yourself, and others.
This is the conclusion of short story #1. Tell me if you want any more on different topics, or keep them the same. I don't care.
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