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1.) Me

Love is a four letter word i used but didn't know the meaning of until i met him. Him, He , yes a Boy. One simple being that had so much control over me it was ridiculous.
I came out April of 2015 only to be ridiculed by the one I call mother and appreciated and loved by the ones i call friends. Time and time again i thought about coming out but something always stopped me , i guess it was her judgment. Eventually I stopped caring, i didnt give a fuck about anyone's opinion; that made me so much stronger. Ive always been the outcast to everyone, there was always something thought of to be wrong or a little off with me and I hated myself for it . As i grew I completely changed myself. The way i talked , walked, thought. I wanted to be perfect. Perfect for everyone else but myself . But there was always one thing that brought me back to breaking point or rock bottom as you'd say. That one question everyone felt the need to ask. Are you gay? I hated that question and i hated everyone that asked. Why tf does it matter if i am or not . But hey I grew tired of that question and came to the realization that i liked boys and I didn't give af about anyone else's opinion. So i came out and glad i did.