I'm internally dying.
I went to see Love, Simon last night (It was AMAZING)... and so this morning my mom was asking about who I went with. I went with a couple friends, lets call them L, D, and N.
Well, she wanted to know their sexualities for some reason, so I told her.
L is Asexual.
D is straight.
And N is Pansexual.
Simple right?
Apparently not...
Then she starts asking what I am. (I still haven't come out about my sexuality or my gender id) I quickly try to change the subject, but she keeps changing it back. I just say, "MOM, I'M STRAIGHT OK?!!?!?!" (LOL THE LIES)
But yeah. Then I got left at home alone for a couple hours and just watched youtube. I'm actually writing this while I'm supposed to be doing homework...
ttyl.
Added:
10:52PM,still up.
I cut...again... I HATE MY FUCKING LIFE...
bye
-Lane.
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Diary of a Genderfluid Pansexual
De TodoJust my every day daily life... *TRIGGER WARNING* Mentions self harm, thoughts of suicide, and other potentially triggering stuff.