There's no sex. But one big fucking prom and a huge handful of unwanted drama.
Oh mother, well I basically had a ball date. Which is a chick and we are just going as friend. It's all finalised, until one of my best friends from another school wants me to take her, so then I had to ditch my ex-date for her.
There's a few things to be 'Yay' about!
First of all, Term 1 is over. Break starts tomorrow and I'm flying to Taiwan for some mean shopping fun! Although I'll miss my friends and my boyfriend it's kind of like an escape for me haha. It's a change from the constant I know in my life so I don't feel trapped! Ah, stop. No one wants to know.
Hey guys, hopefully this isn't asking too much but I'm writing a formal report about mistreatment of homosexuals (by law and by society) and the consequences. I've looked up lots of of articles already but I also need LITERATURE which I can quote 'evidence' and 'examples' from. Which will reflect either the society's attitudes and/or the consequences for the marginalized individual.
He's a Primary friend from way back. I only started talking to him again a few days ago after 7+ years of silence. He told me he was also gay!
Well, yesterday I went to town at night to hang out with Joseph and Andi after some other social function. Although I was only in town for a few hours but Andi later told me I made an excellent first impression that night. Hehe.
He's gay.. he's gay.. he's gay! He's a fucking faggot!
I have no idea, but I'm suddenly having this extreme apprehension. Must be caffeine. It's only 'cause of the caffeine... It must be the caffeine...
So this is just another one of those moments when its past 12am, and I'm sitting by myself at the computer... contemplating weird thoughts.
I'm so lonely. I admit. Moments like these he comes back to my mind, and it hurts. But all I can feel now is just hate and regret and immense stupidity. I feel used. How could he.
Being an out gay Asian at school for almost two years... I think I've had it a lot easier than other GLBT people. I go to a Christian school, but I don't get shit. I'm good friends with many around the school, girls and guys. Some used to give me shit two years back but we even ended up being mates. Interesting...
Oh man, the realisation of getting backstabbed by a closetted but homophobic gay friend really feels amazing! Especially after I helped him so much!
Aha, aha. Life never ceases to amuse me. I'm listening to Hilary Duff.
I'm on a writing spree!
For once something not as depressing? No?
Right now face the wrath of global warming.
Agen, feedback would be fantabulous. Electrifying even. Okay I should stop.
(idea and style adapted after reading several articles in the time magazine =])
(Idea and credit of the fourth paragraph go directly to an article I read on the time magazine)
Yaya, new installment from Max's new writings! This one is a bit messed up. But I like messed up shit. Deranged even. Sadistic. Depressing. Fucked up. I need new ideas =)
(I know I just posted another story yesterday... but you know I'm kind of in the mood for pumping out short stories)
Tell me what ya guys think~ ^^
I'm really bored! So I wrote this story (not really fond of poems right now).
Kind of inspired by my ex but this story doesn't have any gay themes (hey, not everything we write have to be about gay people.. no?).
Mmm, I hope you guys enjoy! Oh btw, I apologise for the obvious rip off of Mary Doria Russell's style... but I'm sure she won't mind =]
Feedback is greatly appreciated!
Went to his concert... He is so talented and so amazing!
What goes around comes around...
Damn love songs make so so much sense...
JT for life!
Lol the concert was like a few days ago.. but you know just listening to his songs and havin one of those 'moments'
Yeah, I was so wrong about him.
So so wrong.
And every love song seems to make sense to me now.
What an asshole.
When I don't know what to wear he says I can give wear a potato sack and nothing will matter.
When he obviously overdoses himself with too much Gucci cologne, I can't help but brush my face past his neck and smell his body and hair.
When I laugh he laughs with me.
When I cry he holds me in his arms and it feels like nothing else matters.