I talk about my faults like they’re awards I got in high school because sometimes I feel like I have nothing else interesting to say.
I have a need for people’s attention and my frequent pity parties are how I get it.
I have these scars on my body that are like trophies of all the battles I’ve won. I think showing these to people will make them like me – or at least pity me enough to pretend to like me.
Inspired by my best friend
when you get punched in the esophagus
by a fistful of life
two million people die of dehydration.
So it doesn’t matter if
the glass is half full or half empty.
There’s water in the cup.
Drink it and stop complaining.
-Rudy Francisco, Complainers
Running on empty
I’m not sure how to fix it,
“round it up to ten.”
I’m sorry for punching my little brother when he got on my nerves when we were younger.
I’m sorry for the times my sister took the blame for things so that I wouldn’t get in trouble.
I’m sorry for talking too much and talking too loud.
Sometimes all you need
is a milkshake and a smile,
“I made it a large.”
I know you’re tired
I know it’s a lot
The weather is hot
You’re a bomb that’s wired
I want to talk about what it’s like to be LGBT and a Christian. I’m not here to debate theology, science, or anything of the sort. My goal is to share my experience to help others have some insight about the struggle that I and many others face. This is going to be one of my longer posts; please bear with me.
This is my second time confessing this publicly via some form of social media: I am bisexual. I’m also very openly a believer of Jesus Christ, a born-again child of the kingdom of God. Many of you will argue and wonder about whether or not I can be both of those things, but that isn’t the point of this post. If you would like to discuss that, feel free to ask me personally and I will gladly share my beliefs and listen to yours. However, I am writing this, as I said before, simply for the purpose of sharing my experience.
I really hate how easily I get stuck in my own mind. It literally takes almost nothing to send me down a spiral that doesn’t seem to have an end.
I don’t know how to explain that to people.
I don’t know how to explain that I say “I’m sorry” a lot because I’m really just apologetic for my own existence.