ugh...its like 12 o clock...and im not tired...but i'm really bored

I'm new here so I really don't know what i'm doing...so if somebody is actually reading this just bear(did i spell that right?) with me

It sucks to be 14...and closeted at the same time. i though that is could only get better after 13...and in some ways it has, but god i wish i could come out...if only i could. Every day i have the most irresistible urge to tell my sister...she's the only one who would understand and not make fun of me...and yet she'd probly tell everyone.

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My weekend is progressing ok ..
Had a very constructive linux user group meeting =) ..
Kind of came out to all of them..

Someone was like 'you are just a closet neo-nazi' .. and i was like 'sweeeetie.. i am not a closet ANYTHING!' .. and at some later stage we were discussing irc, and i was like.. 'yeah .. i have been an operator on #gaysa for years and years"

Also notable is that I have managed to garner quite a bit of support with the guys and generally managed to find a direction for us to head in the future.

This is one of those cases where I am taking leadership because everyone else is too non-committal and it is hurting the local linux community ..

And here I am, again, at Oasis. I used to write a column, you may remember me as Chrisg. I wrote about my life, as I will continue to do in my column: Tales of the Pretty, Mischeivous, or just Bored. Some of the highlights of what I wrote were about my experiences with boys: Dave and Tim are perhaps the most memorable. I wrote about friends, the plays I was in, and in general teenage life. I hope you will find my column interesting still, and for the new readers, I hope you will just plain enjoy it. Thanks for reading!

to sick to write anything, just wanted to drop in

I cut myself
The blood flows loosely
No pain is felt
My troubles wash away
As the cold water
Touches the wound
You can taste my blood
Because you caused it's fall
I cut myself
With a knife sharp
As the hell you brought me to
Clearly I see
The darkness taking over me
The blood so cold, dark red
It's not over; you will see.

Other poems at: http://allpoetry.com/search/s

Testosterone, injected into a female body, causes a second puberty. Remember how fun puberty was the first time around? Not at all, right? Well, the second time around, when, for folks like me, it's the right puberty, it's actually fun, believe it or not. The acne for me, thank the gods, isn't that bad (thank you dad for your good skin!). My shoulders are broadening, my voice dropping, I'm getting hairy, it's great.