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the glowing blue numbers on my digital clock read 4:34am. i'd been staring at the ceiling for what felt like hours on end. i felt like i was in love, which was supposed to be a good thing, right? well.

i felt like i could be in love with phil lester. i'd found guys attractive, sure, but phil was the first guy i'd ever really felt attraction towards.

it's like i'd noticed every little thing about him. how all of his features were so intense, yet so uniquely beautiful. the way his pale skin, dark hair and blue eyes all contrasted beautifully, and his strong cheekbones, and his adam's apple. i thought he was so gorgeous.

i'd never really questioned my sexuality before, mostly because i grew up in a homophobic family. my mother used to watch the ellen show all the time, but as soon as she saw the episode in which ellen came out as gay, my mother quickly turned the tv off and told me never to watch her show again.

i'd also never understood why people were so unapproving of the lgbtq+ community. it's practically the same thing as being heterosexual, the only difference being who you love. it's still the same type of love, so why do people frown upon it so much?

there i went on one of my 4am rambles.

i knew i definitely still liked girls... but i knew i definitely liked boys, too.

i wanted to come out to my friends and family as bisexual, which i knew wouldn't be a problem with my friends.

but how would i come out to my parents?

the reason i've re-published all my chapters is because i've changed the tense from present to past. i hope you don't mind !!

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