So, my parents were having our big mostly-annual christmas yrsterday. More like mostly-anal christmas party. Don't get me wrong, I just don't like parties. I have a slight case of social phobia. But My mom was like, SUPER obsesso about everything has to be perfect and erase that pink triangle on your calendar board, it was just too much.
Of course I did like the cookies.
But anyway, it was like, halfway through the party and my dad said to come out of the room (I was writing in my book) and be social. So I did, and I hated it, until my bestest best friend No.2, Q (Who happens to be a girl) shows up. So I was like "THANK GOD!" No really I said that, I was upstairs with a bunch of obnoxious children. But yeah, we went downstairs and into my room and talked. That's what I love about her, we can just sit and talk, and she is one of the only people in real life I can talk to about my sexuality and she doesn't get annoyrd at me constantly bringing it up to her.
So, her friend on the bus is bi, right? and He came to school one day and he was really tired, and it looked like he was wearing eyeliner. So everyone makes fun of him, and Q is like, STOP MAKING FUN OF GAY PEOPLE!!! TWO OF MY FRIENDS ARE BI, AND ONE IS GAY!!! THEY ARE ALL GREAT PEOPLE!!!

lovingly written for you, yes, ONLY you,

WANTSOUT