I'm too afraid to vent about people from my life on here, because I fear they wouldn't be okay with their drama going on the internet. But I still need to.
So here is the short version of events; my trio of friends might come to an end because the other two can't be in the same room together. Yay!
In much brighter news, I go a university with many attractive men, as well as many shirtless men. There is a high overlap between these two groups. I don't actually like any of them though.
Also, I'm not out to many people. I'm only out to one of my friends, as well as a few other really random people. I know, naughty naughty, can't be a closet case. I'm not even self loathing. Just a little afraid of change, which is so very stupid.
When I came out to that one friend, a small part of me was hoping she'd tell everyone. But then she had to go and be a good friend. I just wish it was tattoo'd on my fucking forehead, because coming out sucks. Bitch bitch, whine whine.
For me, coming out is like cliff diving. Ultimately it doesn't hurt, but the psychological block to too much. Was that the gayest simile yet? Maybe.