Bisexual posers annoy me. Very much so. Here's the ridiculous story...
When I came out as being a bisexual, I never said that I was more of a lesbian. I was terrified of gay bashing. When I did, some people came up to me and confessed that they were bi. The chick that I like said that, too... I could feel my face turn red, so I quickly left.
In the end, I find that she wants to have kids and get married. That doesn't really sound like she'd be willing to date someone like me.
And I finished reading The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath. Don't think I spelled her name correctly. I say that it was a good book, but very depressing at times. If you like stories about suicidal chicks named Esther, read it.
ABUSER x BONES
· Thu Jan 21, 2010 @ 02:47am · 0 Comments