but then again. everyone has their little-girl insecurities.
i hate feeling that way bi. its not that i want to. I just do. but im trying. trying my hardest. i think your right.
who cares about how i look or how i dress? who cares?
then again, its easier said than done. because everytime you look into a mirror you think. "why?" why these pair of legs or why this face?
its not that im devastatingly ugly. i know that.
but it would be nice you know. haha. but i guess there is nothing i can do about. so why not just live? why not live?
because bi, in this world, living is a sin.
doing whatever you want, is a sin.
if i wanted to go grab some random guy and make out with him. its a sin
if i want to wear this ultra-tight mega short dress. its a sin
if i want to paint my face blue or walk around in my underwear (not that i want to). its a sin.
no matter how, its always a sin to live.
since when? since when has it been a sin to live? to be different?

I wanna taste, hear, touch, savour, love.
yet I don't know what I want at the same time.
Taste- what? Hear- what? Savour- what? Love- what?
I wanna sing, dance, draw, write, LIVE.
I wanna sing at the top of my lungs.
Dance without a stop
Write without a conscience.
LIVE.
I wanna do so much and there's so little time.
and you are right.
Even if its a sin to live. who cares? who the heck cares?

I love you so much bi. I dont know where i'd be without you.
<3 Fy
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