Sunday, June 29, 2008

• I'm done.

  Sometimes, most times, I just want to say, "Get over it."

  Get over your issues with my sexuality.

  I'm not stupid. I know she cares, and I know she worries, but sometimes? I just want her to tell her to shut up. Both of them. My parents.

  "Why couldn't you meet at Michelle's yesterday? Isn't that where they all were anyway? Why do you have to bring your gay friends over all the time? Do you like being the central meeting place?"

  Shut up. They're not my 'gay' friends. 1. I didn't even know the people Michelle brought over, and 2. Shut up!

  It infuriates me that my parents are more worried about me going to a heavily populated downtown street, where there are going to be tons of police officers. They should be worried about my brother driving to some lakehouse(which we don't even know where it is), and where they know there is going to be heavy drinking and no adult supervision. Seriously?

  Get over it.

  I wasn't even going to tell them about Pride, but I felt bad. I wasn't going to tell them because I know that my mom would freak out, and my dad would make fun of me. I've been out for almost five years now. Aren't you ever going to trust me?

  I told them I was done. I'm done talking about this. I'm done sharing this part of my life with them. Until they can grow up, they can just stay in the dark.

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