Yesterday she texted me.
She is my former best friend. Former because I fell in love with her and then pushed her away. Too far away.
After coming out to myself and being able to confidently write “I like girls”, I enjoy talking to her again. I allow myself to feel all the gooey emotions that she evokes in me. I allow myself to love her.
But before, when I denied myself to feel love or lust for women, I was always angry at her.
my anxiety hates me my destiny awaits me i wonder if she’ll think i’m crazy once i confess once i get this off my chest will i even have a chance tonight will it go alright will it be correct will it be right feel right is it real is this how i truly feel or is this just another fantasy am i am trying to make my dreams a reality when it’s impossible when it’s illogical when it’s dumb because i’m young i don’t know and i hate it i hate being so unsure i don’t know how much longer i can take this feeling of possibly falling off course again with her i at least want to be friends…or at least i think i’m pretty sure i can handle it fuck this i’m going to shut up and just go and suck it up
Trying to keep my head straight…it’s been a rough day…so Kate Nash is my pill.
I’m a feminist…started being open about it about two months ago. I’ve written three feminist blogs, one of which is on here. For the most part, I’m still exploring it and and discovering who I am.
I know there is a lot of hate toward feminism…there’s hate towards everything though….but anyway…
I’ve never been on the receiving end of hatred, and today I…well I basically was. It sucked. I’m not surprised. I didn’t become an open feminist believing that I would not receive any backlash. I’m not ignorant.
I’ve heard stories and read things about the downsides of being an open feminist, but although I was expecting this to happen eventually, it didn’t hurt any less.