Alright I'm chicken shit. I didn't do it. Any of it. I didn't paint my nails because I thought it wouldn't matter and it was very public. I haven't worn the jumper. I didn't change my twitter heading. I did see Love, Simon though and bought a rainbow cake. Love, Simon deserves it own entry on how it made me feel and I will give it that. It was fucking amazing, I think it made me realise that I don't want to come out this way. I should say it. Have the conversation with my family rather than let them read it off a jumper. So my plan has been completely scrapped and I'm starting from square one. I don't know how or when to come out and I don't know who I'm coming out to. I have a million excuses on why I haven't came out yet.
But maybe I'm just scared. I don't know.
Anchorssss x
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Non-FictionHey guys and gals and others, this is a kind of story of me as stuff happens from now. I will update when I can and I feel like things are about to get interesting. Hopefully.
