How does one soul become entrapped in the existence of another? Is that what one calls love, or is it only the complex emotion of infatuation? I've always been told love is liberating - so why then do we never seem to be able to escape its grip? I have been in love, it was both thrilling and excruciating.
Coming Out. (On facebook)
I have never been so hurt in my life as I was yesterday. Hard to believe, but it happened. For those of you who didn’t catch the drift. I like girls. I never said anything, but I’ve known for a long time. I think a big part of my depression was the fact I struggled with the idea. I grew up in a way that made me ashamed and hateful of that part of me - because I was different and because I was told it was wrong. I could never accept myself, because I thought the people I loved most would never accept me. I’ve grown so much since then. I am no longer ashamed of any part of me. I am who I am. You don’t have to support it, you don’t even have to agree with it. But you don’t have to make me feel like I am less than you or anyone else for the way I live my life. I didn’t choose my sexual orientation. I didn’t choose to be something that would cause people I loved the most to turn their backs on me. And I won’t apologize either. I have finally been able to accept myself and present myself fully as the woman I am. You have your opinions and thoughts and your way of thinking. Some won’t care and some will. I am not calling you hateful for not agreeing with my sexual orientation, but I’m not hurting anyone and it’s not your life - so don’t judge me for how I live mine. I don’t judge you for how you live yours. I am who I am. And I have finally learned to love myself, and through that, I’ve learned how to accept love in return. I’m happy. And I won’t let anyone, even the person I thought I was the closest too, take that away from me.
isn’t it weird that you can have friends but also have no friends at the same time
(Source: courfff)
