Hey y'all, I'm gonna dedicate this chapter to one of my closest and only friend, she recently wrote a beautiful poem to me.
"come dovrei dire agli altri che sono gay?
ciao ragazzi, sono gay- no
sono omosessuale
...
gay
omosessuale.
vabb ragazzi mi piace il-"
She's obviously expressing her deepest feelings in this poem that talk's about something that she doesn't know how to talk about. I know it's hard to understand but wow that's some good shit over there.
Thank you for reading this chapter of my shitty thought.
