Dresses

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When you're insecure about your gender and sexuality and trying not to have your fifteenth panic attack of the day while everyone kind of just stares at you for the first ten minutes of every class because you're wearing a pink dress with black polka dots and combat four inch high heels with friends that have no idea how to react.

Am I gay?

I don't know I like girls a lot though.

Identity crisis?

Haha how the fuck did you know? ._.

It took a lot of convincing myself to do this shit this morning and I'm trying not to hyperventilate and my friends are all guys and this was my way of coming out of the closet and they're kind of speechless.

The only reason I even considered coming out is because a friend of mine that supported the hell out of me was officially declared deceased last week and I just heard about it yesterday.

He was the one that got me the dress.

I'm petrified and want to hide and cry.






















Being brave I guess?

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