The boy I love gave me a string! Its so pretty, and I was dragging across my face all day, sniffing it, thinking of him and sighing...until I rememberd that he had picked it up off the floor. This is the latest in a series of his signals of attraction for me. Hah! Talk about crappy gaydar. Everything he does I twist into something suggestive...I mean, really, he has a girlfriend.
...But hasn't everybody thought that way aboot someone?
I suppose I must accept that I won't be able to have a boyfriend until I'm safely out of high school and in a stimulating collegy environment.
...But doesn't everybody think that?
Well, I refuse to accept that. No matter how much I suffer, I will not live this lie for three more years. (I'm a freshman.) The doorknob of the closet is already a-turnin', and slowly, slowly, said the sloth, I'm telling more people that "The reason I was looking at that guy is...". Next week I return to the almighty Therapist, and her majesty will grant me the exalted privilege of going to a HATCH meeting.
I can already see the light on the other side of the closet door!