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I always try to help people feel better by explaining that someone is going to come along and be perfect for them, so they shouldn’t worry. Yet here I am not able to take my own advice and going to bed every night horrified at the thought of no one ever loving me again.

I just miss having someone to kiss, to cuddle with, to lean on, to cry to, to focus on, to sing to, to depend on, and to love completely. Being alone is important for self growth but it’s also awful feeling lonely.

Next Wednesday, the day before my birthday, I’ll be speaking on a panel at my college as a part of the gay/straight alliance we have there. I’ll be in front of 100 people openly talking about my sexuality for the first time. Even though my parents aren’t proud of me, I’m proud of me. And I hope someone else is too.

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