My dad says that he had a talk with my mom on Thursday. He says that he told her that they need to support me and be there for me and that there's nothing wrong with my sexuality, and she didn't respond. She just moved on to the next subject. I should've known that what she told me about supporting me no matter what was utter bullshit. She's apparently secretly plotting to bring me back to the light of her god, refusing to give up on curing my atheism. I have a feeling my mom's family is gonna get involved in this before I can escape to college. I have a feeling there's gonna be a shitstorm before it's all said and done. I can't wait.
I still haven't gotten my acceptance letter from my top college yet. I'm starting to get really worried. If I don't get accepted then that's it for me. Don't ask me what that means. I don't quite know myself.
Brittany and I are planning to go to an open house there in January. It's gonna be great. I hope it persuades her that it's right for her. But ultimately I want her to do whatever makes her happy.
She had me come over Thursday night so she could interview me for an essay she was writing. The essay was about people who find themselves on the fringes of society, and my sexuality and my atheism fit the bill. It was a great interview. I stayed until eleven. We talked about a lot of other things, as usual. Seeing her really revived me from the depression I've been battling.
Her gift should arrive Monday. I can't wait to see her face when she opens it. It'll be amazing.
My first appointment with my therapist is ten days from now. Can't wait for that either. I know I'll get through this, I just need a little nudge from a neutral, unbiased third party.
I'm starting to write poetry again, finally. It's been several months. I just haven't had any inspiration. Still not sure where it's coming from, but it's there.