Been looking through some LGBT sites lately. Still wish I could've gone for pink dot this year.
I want to go for it next year. With you. Can we?
I know it's nearly impossible for you to accept me, but that doesn't really stop it from hurting. It hurts to have to lie through gritted teeth when people ask me if I have a boyfriend, you know? The beautiful girl I'm with isn't any less than perfect boyfriend material - why can't you understand that?
Sometimes I feel like standing up and telling it to the world, but nope, I'm not that brave. And anyway I don't want to lose friendships with a few people I know that aren't supportive. Makes me kind of happy that I'm going to start anew in poly, going to a place where no one knows me. Maybe they'll be more accepting. I hope.
At any rate, I'm thinking about moving out once I get a job. It's not that I don't love my parents. Maybe I love them too much, that's why I want to spare them the pain of seeing me bring girls home.
Sometimes I hate myself. Sometimes I think "I'd gladly be straight if I could." You know, mom and dad, maybe if my sister had lived you wouldn't have to go through this at all, because I wouldn't have been born in the first place.
I have to start working hard. Here, that's the only way to go. The sad truth is - get grades or get trampled on, cast away and thrown aside. It actually doesn't matter that much if we're the world's richest country or whatever, what about freedom of speech? freedom to love? Arts and sports? We've still got a long way to go.
It's smack in the middle of the prelims period now, I'll have to go soon. Start mugging proper. I'm sleepy.

I'll try my damned best, though.
Goodnight.

"I love you because you're the only one who fought for me and made me believe that I was worth it. Thank you for that."
You of all people should know that when I say one thing I might as well mean another.