Questions. The things that circled my brain constantly. Not just the casual, every day question like "What's for dinner?" or "What is that?" These were more of life-contemplating and self-questioning questions. I had often contemplated the meaning of life, but I still haven't cracked the code. I questioned myself often as well. Every day actually. Mainly my sexuality.
I used to like girls.
I tried being that stereotypical ladies man that all the other guys were. Let's just say that it flopped.
Tragically
I've never really liked a guy either. My only friends were Spencer and Brent at that time. And those guys are like brothers to me. Everyone else at my school was either a jerk or was very unattractive. Spencer, Brent and I were seen as the "weirdos" or the "emo-scene kids." Then we met a boy about one year younger than us.
His name is Brendon Urie.
He understood us completely. He was called the same names,and was bullied just as much as us. And me, being my most-likely-gay self, finds him attractive. I have a strong feeling that he's straight though. As straight as a ruler. And even if he did like guys, why would he date me?
