Open Your Heart.I'm just like every other teenager. I obsess over my favorite celebrities, I can spend hours upon hours at the mall doing absolutely nothing yet still find it immensely fascinating, I have those ever raging hormones, I suffer heartache when I break up with someone, I try to fit in while also striving to retain my individuality, I go out on dates, I want to be an adult but part of me fears that giant step forward. Oh yeah, did I mention I'm gay?Open Your Heart.
Now, when you read those two words, "I'm gay", undoubtedly you came to some kind of conclusion about what kind of person I am, or curled your face up in disgust, o
PotC: So gay
school!! I miss you!
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I have rejected your reality and substituted it with my own.
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I have rejected your reality and substituted it with my own.
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Talk to the mirror, oh, choke back tears! And keep telling yourself, "I'm a diva!"
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I have rejected your reality and substituted it with my own.
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I have rejected your reality and substituted it with my own.
It's stated like a question, like they really care what we think. Which means either someone really does actually care what the youth of america thinks or they just want us to think that they care.
Who does care? It's so hard to actually see a person's true colors, actually know who really cares, and who are your real friends.
In a world that is supposed to be so free and open-minded, I feel so trapped and unaccepted.
Today is the day that I am alone, again.
I finally find true friends and I lose them today.
How did it end up like this?
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