Dear Diary,
Honestly, I feel so empty, sad, and mad right now, I could punch the fucking wall, full strength ahead. I was in my room with a boy and the first thing my mom assumes is that I fucked him? Are you fucking kidding me? I'm fucking lesbian, mom, l e s b i a n. Why the hell would I fuck my BOY bestie when I'm lesbian? Into girls only? Like, I don't know if it's just trauma talking, but that made me feel entirely rejected. My big smile turned into the smile that I've always truly had for a long while. But don't worry, I'm not sad at all mother, I definitely won't cry myself to sleep like I always do.
I hate that I'm not accepted no matter where I go, I hate that people assume I have an attitude whenever I speak normally, life and family is the worse. This happened so much long ago, but I figured I'd still post it bc why not? Well, guudnight world, I'm sorry for being annoying again, bye-bye, love y'all.
Sincerely,
~>Melissa<~
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