I am no longer ill, and I got a haircut, and ate a lot of cheese, and had band practice, and went to Toys r Us! And things and stuff!

Would you expect anything less from me?

I talked to one of my friends on the phone last night who I'm not out to (hardly needs that "not out to" qualifier; that would be most of my friends). We don't talk very often, like most of my friends she lives far away. So it was fun. Until the topic of conversation turned suddenly to guys. And how so and so should hook me up with one of her boyfriend's friends. And I'm hemming and hawing and trying to deflect the conversation to a new subject. There are some good things about not living near my friends. I hate lying to them, and so ofen I feel like that's what I'm doing when I hide my sexuality. I think if we still lived in the same place I would have to come out to them, and I'm not sure I'm ready for that. I just have no idea how some of them will react.

i want to be with her...i might go in june. that would be great. *sighs happily*

I'm looking across the street when a guy walks by, right close to the window.

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Well, my father is still not speaking to me. The silent treatment is fun, no? Then my mother went on another rant about how the gay community "is lonely, they have no family, no meaningful relationships, and do lots of drugs."

Then, there was silence.

I wish I was kicked out, it's better than the crap I'm getting, but still, no regrets.

What kills me is why I *had* to come out. Was the Lesbianation thing on the computer a hint? The fact my ceiling is, and I mean this literally, wallpapered with models. The fact I've participated in Day of Silence. It feels like you're living out...and yet either they're dense or in denial. My vote is denial.