TheGunGodofTexas

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Why does it surprise everyone that I'm bisexual?!
          	
          	I've literally had people scream that I'm lying when I tell them, I've had them imply that they thought I was actually homophobic, and even had one person tell me I'm an asshole for lying to them..... i never lied to them about it, they never asked me who i was into.
          	
          	Like, what the fuck is wrong with me being bisexual?
          	
          	If I'm happy, let me be happy. 
          	
          	
          	I mean, I'm not happy, but still

TheGunGodofTexas

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Why does it surprise everyone that I'm bisexual?!
          
          I've literally had people scream that I'm lying when I tell them, I've had them imply that they thought I was actually homophobic, and even had one person tell me I'm an asshole for lying to them..... i never lied to them about it, they never asked me who i was into.
          
          Like, what the fuck is wrong with me being bisexual?
          
          If I'm happy, let me be happy. 
          
          
          I mean, I'm not happy, but still

TheGunGodofTexas

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Laying on my bed, I've got a glass beside my bed with milk in it. I sit up to do something and glass of milk decides to backflip off the nightstand and spill everywhere.
          
          Nothing touched it, I didn't even look at the fucking thing, it just decided to fall over.
          
          I swear, I'm so god damn tired of the stupidest and most bullshit things happening around me.
          
          I'm fucking tired of feeling like I'm not good enough for anything, I'm tired of being treated like a fucking failure, and I'm tired of being told sweet things only to be left alone.
          
          I wanna cry, I wanna scream, I wanna curl up and i wanna be happy...
          
          but i won't get that
          
          all i'll get is abused by those around me, hurt by people that claim to care, forgotten about when someone new comes along, and end up back in the torturous pits of my own heart.
          
          
          
          i wear the scars of a man who searched for love and was stabbed in the back by everyone who said they loved him, i have the nightmares of a man who lost it all in the blink of an eye, and i wear the brand of a man marked to suffer for eternity.
          
          i miss my friends...

TheGunGodofTexas

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i blame my childhood for my goth girl preference.
          
          Raven, Blackfire, Jinx, Shego, Sam Manson, The Hex Girls, and probably more....
          
          this some bullshit, i want a goth chick that listens to metal not a good Christian girl that listens to god damn Blake Shelton.
          
          i want fishnet stockings and chokers, not yoga pants under a skirt and a gold cross
          

TheGunGodofTexas

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"Hey Tggot, how are you?" Absolutely fucking noone.
          
          "I'm fucking great! Living the God damn dream.
          
          The person I thought cared me about me was actually only using me to fill in the gaps her failure of a boyfriend leaves. But oh well.
          
          One my longest friends and someone I cared about deeply has decided to stop talking to me out of the blue. But oh well.
          
          My anxiety makes me feel like everyone hates me and no one fucking wants to try and make me think otherwise.
          
          So I'm fucking great! Absolutely fucking wonderful." Me

TheGunGodofTexas

So, many years ago I encountered something supernatural and only recently shared the story of my experience.
          
          A creator reached out to me and asked if they could read my story on their channel!!!
          
          If anyone wants the link to the video and the timestamp, dm me!!!

TheGunGodofTexas

I could go to the hardware store tomorrow, get all the parts and tools, come home and replumb our entire laundry room in a day.
          
          But, I'm not. 
          
          
          
          I could fix the washer leaking like nothing.
          
          But, I won't.
          
          
          
          Why? Because I'm not going to give myself more responsibilities than I've got.