I held onto the combination of numbers, unsure of my next steps, feeling a bit frozen in making this lifelong dream become a reality.
It has the ability to become a narrator of life; the capability of allowing it to be truly lived instead of just survived.
It’s much easier to see the faults in something, or someone, than to admit I have a barrage of my own.
I fear that someone’s supposed judgment of my sexuality will have a direct and negative result on my character.
I began to withdraw from my friends. My thoughts became darker, the fun of prom fading into a fog.
I put the pressure of perfection into each to-do and end up feeling hopeless when the reality of imperfection comes through.