Ever since I came out it feels like the days have gotten longer, like god is trying to punish me. I thought it would all be better once I came out. I had such a big secret on my chest, it was a burden to me, so I let that burden go, and instead of getting better for me it has gotten worse.
I came out to my parents last Thursday, they were hardly surprised, they're my parents, they know me, they now know my biggest secret, the thing that has been with me since middle school. Its gone now and I couldn't be happier that I got it off my chest. I only wish the kids at school felt the same.
Hearing the word 'fag' is old news and it never really bothered me, teenagers call their friends that in a jokingly matter. But having it screamed at you by someone who you used to be best friends with in sixth grade is a different story, I want to say it didn't bother me but it did. I want to say that this experience has been great and everyone has been so welcoming but they haven't. I want to say I'm okay, but that's lying and I don't lie.