Rambles of a Queer Girl

It was different. I felt something different. They couldn't be butterflies. No. Not with them. I can't get butterflies. She's a girl. No. I'm just lonely. No, I'm just depressed. No, I can't like a boy and a girl at the same time. That's too far, who said I even like her yet. No, who said I will like her at all. I'm not going to. When she hugs me I will not think about how she feels perfect. When she laughs it is not sunshine. The day doesn't seem brighter because she smiles, the sun must be out, or my eyes more sensitive to light, her smiling is pure coincidence.
They say you can't choose your sexuality, but you can choose what you pretend to be.