Gay Guys and Butterflies

I’m a misfit. My two best friends were misfits. We’re practically the real life under-dogs, except we didn’t win the giant, non-existing battle because, well, in real life the under-dogs don’t win. They just come out unscathed.
That’s my way of thinking, really. I’m like that awkward puzzle piece that doesn’t really fit in anywhere and just floats around until they’ve found a place. I suppose I had really, with Darren and Jared. They were my best friends, we got along well. Sometimes I wish I’d found a different place somewhere else. Like New Zealand or Australia, with sunny weather and a whole new load of people to meet.

I can’t do that though, seeing as everyone knows who I am around here. I wish they knew for a different reason, but we’ll get round to that eventually. I’m thinking a few months ago, when I had two gay best friends and I was ‘Butterfly Girl’.