January 17th, 2004
I was just like your normal, stereotypical, high school girl. I loved drama, I was in cliques, I loved shopping, hell, I was snotty. But, there was one problem- I was gay, I loved girls and being just 14 years old, I was confused. VERY confused. I was like, "Wait, why am I sad that Kellie kissed Justin instead of me?" But, I realize now, as I'm sitting in my room that was filled with boy bands and friendship bracelets, I like girls and no changin' fate. All of sudden, in the spur of the moment I felt angry at the world. I got up and stormed around my room, tearing up the posters and shoving them deep into the wastebasket. I shouted, "UUUUUUUUUGGH!!!" As fat tears rolled down my face, my mother came up stairs and worriedly said, "MaryAnn, you oka-"I'M GAY MOM!! I LIKE GIRLS AND I DON'T UNDERSTAND WHY IT'S SO HARD TO ACCEPT MYSELF FOR WHO I AM!!!!" I shouted so hard that Honey, our Yorkie, squealed and ran.
I looked over at my mom with tear-stained cheeks and broke down even more. She ran over and hugged me so tightly that I couldn't breathe for a moment then I relaxed into the hug. "Annie, you have nothing to be so frustrated about. I love so much, even if you do like girls. Hell, even if you had a beastiality kink for snails I'd still love ya, okay? So, stop being angry and bring me home a girlfriend ya hear?" I giggled at my mom's playfulness, even though I was sure that there was no other gay girls in my school but it wouldn't hurt to dream, would it?
~The End~
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Short StoryThis is a collection of stories of people that have problems with people accepting who they are and people confessing to their love. Do not read if you are offended by suicidal themes, if you have problems with the LGBTQ+ community. Warning, if requ...
