Senior year

The whole time we reminisced on past memories and couldn’t stop laughing. I’m so thankful for my friends and all the memories I’ve made with them I don’t know if this blog really has a purpose but, if it has one just don’t take high school for granted.

FAQ (Frequently asked questions) I get

 Q: What’s it like being gay?                                                                                                                    A: Well It’s kinda lit. Some people love me more for loving the same sex and some wanna beat my ass for it. It just feels normal, I don’t know how to explain it to be honest.

An Open Letter to the First Boy I Gave my Heart to

I wonder if you think about me like I think about you or if I’m erased from your memory. Forgotten. I know you won’t read this either but one day I’ll tell you. I’ll tell you how you picked me up, broke me, and changed me. I’ll tell you about how much better I’m doing, how my friends were there for me when you no longer were and maybe we’ll even laugh at that the stories about the guys that came after you but couldn’t compare to you. They’ll never be the first boy I gave my heart to who didn’t give me his heart in return.