I keep it as real as possible. There are no one else to talk to about all of this confusing, depressing baggage, except 1 person I know who's busy making her life successful (which I support fully). My family is useless. My mom, the first I told fully to, does not see how important this is, and how miserable it really makes me... I thought that I wouldn't have to complain every single day about my problems. I thought once was enough for a parent who is usually supportive, and not a religious nutcase. I thought thats the point where they let you cry, or hug you and say they love you. Nothing... No tears. No hug. No phonecalls. It was more like this secret meeting for her to make sure I wouldn't let anyone else know or do anything, just so my brothers life wouldn't be "ruined". Well... Isn't that convenient? My life is already on the course of ruin, and I'm to be sacrificed for HIM? His life has never been as hard as mine, and his friends wouldn't ditch him, cause me and him are so different, people think one of us is adopted...
So I try to shorten what I say, cause I don't like depressing people, or dumping my baggage like bombs, cause I feel worse whenever I ruin someone elses day.
I'd tell everyone on here my real name and show my picture if I weren't so afraid of people following links to this from my myspace or facebook or searching me on the internet or just figuring it out. I can't out myself like that...
I'm such a good actor in real life, that no one suspects anything.... And if they suspect anything, they figure I'm gay and keep it to themselves. They must doubt that too, though, cause I talk in their dialect. Politically incorrect, terrible, and mean. Not mean people, just mean words. When in Rome, speak latin...
So you people, and 420chans GID thread are the only things I have to talk to...