Dear Diary,
I'm gay, well not gay, I think I'm bisexual, well no. I know I am. I just don't know if I am gay.
Questioning that.
Not that it matters.
It doesn't.
I don't even need to be writing in this anymore. I'm done seeing that therapist. I don't need to be seeing her all week long and then talking to her on Saturdays. She always knew what I was going to talk about before I opened my mouth.
Another thing, um... I took the advice from the XOXO writer.
I talked to him.
He fucked me.
Win, win I would say.
His mom, my (old) therapist set us up actually. She was cool with it. My mom was cool with it. I got an STI.
Jk.
No seriously, that was a joke. He didn't give me a disease. There are so many factors and I don't want to explain them. But he didn't.
I'm fucking stupid.
Anyway, Daniel is now a friend with benefits. I still get a hard-on every time I see his stomach or his ass, or his face. Not to mention, I fucked him too. It was really good, we enjoyed it. He bottoms so well, but then again so do I.
He's a really good boyfriend.
Your Dearest,
Konan :)
El fin.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Dear Diary :D
RomanceKonan writes in his diary about life, life, and a boy he watches-likes, a boy he likes. How is this going to end? Word Count: 2,392
