"I'm sorry."
"How could you hide this? What is this, 'i fucking love you so much?"
"I'm sorry!"
"Ollie, the fuck you are! You're just a hoe! Why her?"
"Mom, I love her."
"No, you don't. If you did, you wouldn't hide it. A relationship is something to be proud of. Obviously you're not proud of dating her."
This was why I stayed quiet.
"On Monday, you are ending this little fucking fling. She's a bad person. A horrible influence."
"Wait no! Can we please-"
"No. I'll tell you when you are ready for a relationship. Anyways, you aren't even sure you're bisexual. Date a boy first. I'm so disappointed in you, Ollie."
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General FictionOllie is struggling-just not in ways most people can see. On the outside, she's loud, quick-witted, and always the first to fill the silence with a joke. But underneath the surface, she's unraveling. Her anxiety is a constant hum in the background...
