Well, life sucks. I hate it, and always have. I finally dyed my hair black. Of all things, it made me feel better. Different. Changed. If only the people I know would get over me being the quiet, and book smart girl. Then everything will be fine. If only they would. My dear friends except it, why can't they?
I'm thinking of coming out. Of telling the people I know that I like both boys and girls. That I have had sex once, with a girl, because she forced it on me. If only I could talk to reality and not strange imagionary people that don't know me, and befriend me anyway. Why are people like that? Why can't people be nice in person?
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