Words HurtI get my pleasure in life by making people feel awkward.I'm different, thus I attract stares, and who am I to deny this attention and use it for my own sakes? I've always been stared at, since day one of my life. Partially because I'm loud, and partially because I'm out. I've never been the type to hide myself. When I came out as gay, I was loud and proud. It wasn't something to hide, nor something to be ashamed of. It was me, and that's who I am.I've figured out that these facts that are a part of me are always going to attract attention, so I might as well get used to it, and flaunt them.Granted, this massive ego of mine did take hits occasionally. I wasn't always this accepting
no, when I was a teenager, well, younger, around sixteen, I started to realize that I never was going to fit in. Everything I'd loved about myself, embraced, ended up killing me slowly. My parents got a divorce, and my friends slowly pulled away.So I did what I had to to cope. I turned to pain. Razor
Your Smile"Can I ask you a question?""You just did.""Alright, smartass. Be serious. Can I ask you a real question?""You know you can always ask me anything.""Okay. You constantly ask what I wish for at 11:11.""Yeah?""I'll tell you if you answer something for me.""Deal. What do you wish for?""I wish for you.""...""Everything alright?""Mhm.""What do you wish for?""I wish... I wish that not a single day goes by where I don't get to see your smile."