Where do I begin, I guess my purpose of creating this story. When i was little i never had the perfect childhood, but it wasn't oh so terrible. I had a loving and caring mother, who raised me by herself. Where was my father? well the answer to that is he was to much of a lazy person to fight for his own son. So i made the hard choice to cut dead weight from my life. Although i have had traumatic experiences through my life that have occurred, but I'm more then happy to share through out this story. Although the point I guess it's sort of my diary, therapeutic oasis or maybe my scream room where i need to let it out.
So my name is Matthew Wright i am now 17 years old writing this and my mental state I'm confused but couldn't be more happier. I am a proud gay person but that does not define me. I am a human being not a sexuality status, so society needs to realise life isn't categorised its equal. So lately i had just graduated my final years of schooling, and moved out of home to pursue my desires to become an actor/performer. So i had been accepted into this Dance Centre known as Davidia Lind Dance Centre (DLDC). I was so excited, but again freaking out so much to begin with. Oh my god what do i do i can't dance i have only danced for a year. No this isn't possible. Im gonna make a fool of myself, why am i doing this etc etc etc. The long line of never ending doubts and worries continued, and no matter the comforting people try to do it would never work. So the Day came I moved and i was horrified, oh no food, oh no chores, oh no bills etc again another list of never ending doubting and worries. So i had moved in and decorated my room with brand new style with second hand equipment. (Hold up hear me out their is a reason beside being povo). So after collecting second hand items i made a tripped to hardware shop to collect paint to create a modernised vintage theme. This time something unusual happened it worked out first go i thought great.
So the room was completed a few knick knacks here and there, and tadah the room was complete my new home was set. Not long after 6 days my roommate suggest hey why don't you get Tinder to meet cute guys. Although tinder is a dating website i believed i could make friends maybe (not Friends with Benefits) but friends. So i did a few matches and guys were guys brief, horny and a few sleazy. Although few were nice and decent to extent, I continued to scroll through liking or disliking. One day i was scrolling till all of a sudden there he was. There, i couldn't take my eyes off him i was mesmerised by this face so i liked him, expecting nothing in return. (like honestly who would thats what i thought) day later. Di-ding. Michael has matched with you and then i get the most friendliest hello and i couldn't contain my self i was over the moon. Instead of being horny, sleazy or pushy. He made me smile, spoke to me great and there was never a dull moment. That night we said our goodnights and farewells, but thats when i realised he was my drug and i had become instantly addicted. Some hours past after our good byes and the time was 4 am in the morning, i could not sleep i wanted more. The moment came when i fell asleep and not even in my dreams i couldn't escape him. What was this feeling I have never felt before, I came down with one goal to focus on dance and not date due to horrible experiences. Although this was different, he made me feel special. So next day came and i was hesitant to message him again, I didn't want to seem desperate, needy, a grindr dude. So time passed and I gathered enough courage to message and within an hour i received a response and yet again we hit it off.
