I can recall bits and pieces of my childhood. Ironically the bits that I recall the most aren't to happy go lucky. Even now the good ones tend to look a bit twisted. Like most I spend most of my nights awake driven almost to insanity by memories and embarasing moments I'd rather just forget. Unlike most I'm sure I have a bit more things to broad over. Saying this with the risk of sounding completly dramatic and maybe even a bit conceted, I still believe with the upmost certanty that this is true.
This isn't particarally one that keeps me up at night, but it is one memory that seems to be a peice of a root from the center that is me. I have only discovered it when writing an essay that was suppose to be all about me in English III. After a few years I happened across said essay and thought, "Ah I did not do this story the jusice it deserved." Rereading it over and over again realizing that even then I could not tell the truth of what happened. Now I am seeing this as an opportunity to have a second chance to "Grow a pair" and come out in hopes that people will understand me as I have come to understand this piece of myself.
I suppose this could be considered my introduction page. I guess its the beginning before the beginning to further help you undersand or confuse you. I sincerely hope It's to help understand. I think its time to get to the point. So strap in your seatbelts, prepare your minds and hearts, and get ready for a roller coaster ride from hell. Without further ado, I now send you off to "The First" enjoy.
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The First
Non-FictionThis is a story or rather an essay on my first kiss and how I discovered I was bisexual. This is not an easy story to tell. I will even be leaving out a lot of facts that I am absolutely not comfortable with sharing just now. This will most likely b...
