Like fallen rain. Falling stars.
Strange isn't it. Things that we can't ever expect to go our way.
Sometimes, being myself is confusing.
And realization just hit home, being bi isn't easy.
it isn't straightforward.
and sometimes, being the way i am is not gratifying.
i might like it, but others don't.
i know what people say.
about my looks.
people have a lot to say about me being boyish and all.
there was once in secondary school, a person bashed me.
called me a cross-dresser,
and a failure.
my mom doesn't like me the way i am, i guess.
and my sister has labeled me a loser from day one.
always knocked me down about the way i dress, well most of the time.
and just called me plain disgusting.
and suddenly, just suddenly, i feel like blogging about this.
i don't know why.
well i'm thinking of the worst things,
that i could say to you.
But, a promise doesn't mean a thing, anymore.
and this never will be right with me,
but now you're trying desperately,
and now I'm tongue-tied and terrified of what i'll say.