Confessions of a Bisexual
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I'm not good with speaking. I ain't good with shouting about my feelings. I'm glad writing was invented for people who are good with putting up words but can't voice them out.
This is my diary. I'm writing out what I feel because that's the easiest way I can be understood.
I am a bisexual, and I won't expect everyone to accept that. Or to accept me. But still, I am here and I am proud. Silently proud. I am still hidden in the closet and thanks to its doors, I can be kept away from the eyes of those perfect people who know nothing but to judge us in the LGBT community.
I am not alone, I know. I am not the only one who's afraid to be humiliated by people, be judged. So cheers to all those who are with me. My WORDS are a reflection of what we feel. 😊
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