This is a story about me. The antisocial, bi-sexual-wondering-if-she-is-pan, tired, often seemingly bipolar, quiet, shy yet talkative person, that knows many random facts and rants about random stuff to herself because social anxiety likes the feel of its grip around her throat when the words threaten to pour out, leather jacket, rock band loving, girl that is often referred to as emo, a shy girl, or a good girl with a twist. . . I'm not twisted, only a little complicated
I met her in high school, we started as frenemies then turned out best friends and for 8 years of being with her, my heart started to secretly fell in love to my bestfriend but what's the catch?
--She's straight while I hide inside the closet.