So by the title it might be clear where this story is going. It's starts off as little old 9 year old me. This girl was my first crush and I never even new it until now. We used to hang out all the time until one day we kissed. For weeks after I would beg to go to her house again just so I could kiss her. I thought it was nothing at the time because I had a careless young mind, but I realize now that I really did care about her. Our parents grew apart meaning so would we, but one day when we were older, I saw her again. All I wanted to do was tell her how I felt, but she avoided me. I guess she thought it was a mistake, or felt ashamed. That was also my first rejection. I went around dating boys ever since. In eighth grade, another girl came about who I felt really attracted to. We dated and I got all kinds of crap for it, I felt rejected by my friend just because I liked a girl so I made the worst mistake. I broke up with her, so I could please the fake friends I had. There was a boy interested in me, so I swooped in and said agreed to go out with him. This was because I was having a hard time accepting my sexuality. We dated for a year. I liked him, but not as much as I liked those girls. So, today I embrace myself and I don't give a sh** what people think anymore.
That was a summary of my journey in a bubble. I'm glad that iv'e learned to accept myself. It is completely worth it, so I advise the hidden LGBT+ community to learn to live with yourself because that is who you are, and it's not worth changing yourself over just to please others. (:
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To Have A Best Friend
Non-FictionFor people who feel lost or lonely, I guarantee one day you will find love. Whether it be a best friend or a S.O, there is a person out there for you, but you can't be afraid to look. These short stories are from times and real events in my life. No...
