Nine months, seven days and counting…

Sitting in my bed, talking to my best friend. I just realized something. Something I wish I could escape forever. I don’t love you, I mean how can one love someone they don’t even know. I’m in love with an idea of you, an image you portray, a fragment in my mind that doesn’t exist….

I’m sorry, I give up.

I’ve been told enough times to know that I’m different. The past few years have been nothing but a struggle to embrace that huge mental gap between me and the society that I’m so conveniently judged by. To do something that isn’t right, to be rebellious and to have the balls to take a risk,…