Just remembered something.
About two years ago, I had this dream: (Stick with me, this is kinda funny).
So in the future, doctors could test your blood and tell you something about yourself. And I went in and was all nervous, right?
So I'm sitting there silently freaking out like
'oh no! What if I'm dying? Oh my God!'
And the doc comes out.
But he's all stuttering and stuff.
"Era?"
And so I go to see what the results were and he is just freaking out.
"I-i don't k-know how to tell you this but..."
And he pauses and I'm thinking
'Crap! I'm dying aren't I?'
And he looks me dead in the eye and says,"Era, you like girls."
And I was just laughing and was totally not believing this.
Throughout the entire dream, I was trying to prove I was't gay.
Last summer I realized I am bi.
My subconscious literally TOLD me that I was not straight.
I ignored it and just put it off.
I remembered this yesterday.
The sad part is, this is all completely true.
What even is my life.
