I don't want to have to live my life in secrecy anymore. When I came out; revealed myself, it was a peace of mind. No longer was I ruled by secrecy, but rather was I free at will and able to be the person my mind had molded me to be. To be asked to conceal that...it's an offense. Why must I suffer because you are ashamed or scared? I have always been ashamed of myself and harsh towards the way I looked or lived my life. Can this not be an instance where I feel some type of self love? I always must suffer along with others, often accompanied by the mishaps of my own actions. Why let the monarch known as secrecy determine what you say or do? Who you love or choose to see? Why let the king of lust say, "No. Be spiteful toward yourself and tell yourself that you do not like this person. You are not like that. You must conceal it." Why let the queen of deception tell you to live your days in lies. Lies created as pure fantasy or mockery of what you truly are. Why must you not let yourself be free? Why drag me along with you? I want to be free; I want to be happy.
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Don't Eat.
Teen FictionDon't eat. I shouldn't. I don't need to. It'll lead me away from perfection and why would I want that? All I have to do is not eat and then I'll be that perfect Barbie that I've always wanted to be. That's not hard to do so why not? What's the worst...
