Why

May 10, 2014

Why do I try?Why do I see?Why do I deny, What's right in front of me?Why am I here?It doesn't make sense,Why do I fear, Being gated in by this fence?Why can't I matter?'Cause clearly I don't,Why do I shatter, When I say I won't?Why can't I trust?Why is it so hard? I just feel like dust, Or a broken shard. Why do I love her?She does not love me, I wish I wasn't so sure,I just want to flee.Why is the question,Unfortunately, I cannot find the answer Indefinitely

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I'm a person. A genderfluid person. I am the way I am. If you got a problem with that you best to go away and do something productive with your life. I have major depressive disorder,anxiety, other shiz. Within the past year I have explored my love for the lgbt community and a]have broadened my understanding of the people in it. One Direction has probably had the biggest impact on my life, which sounds stupid but whatever. I fell in love once. She was the first girl I liked and my first/only love. Of course it fukced me up because my heart could handle it. Alanah was her name. I still love her but I'm not sure if I'm IN love with her. Falling in ReverseAsking Alexandria, the Janoskians, Sleeping With Sirens, Pierce the Veil, Twenty One Pilots, and Simple Plan are only some of the other bands I like. You should know I keep it real. I'm also pansexual. And I lovvvve ittt. Well Baii. I LOVE YOUUUU. Maybe.

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