The hands around my throat suffocating me never started with me.
They have grown stronger and have aged as my family has.
They may have existed since the beginning.
All I know is the guilt I feel for letting them control me as they have controlled the others before me.
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I’ve been out as a lesbian for four years. i don’t mind the fact that i’m starting to grow a fondness for men. i’m not bothered by the idea that i might actually be bisexual. what i DO care about is the fact that i have to come out FOR THE THIRD TIME and admit that i was wrong once again.
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