In my last chapter I showed that paragraph of when my mom was talking to me about me being gay she's ok with it, anyway back to the story.
I don't understand just because I was acting strange doesn't mean i was doing anything wrong. I wasn't ready for this you should let me come out on my own and not read my messages to my friends on how to come out you in a nice and comfortable way if you learned i would have been okay, but i needed time it should have my when, where, and how to tell you not so you could read my texts and make me feel useless.
A few days later...
I cut myself when my anxiety went over the edge and i felt insecure so much i was hurting so badly i wish i were dead.
