I am here. Finally. At my nana and papa's farm. I thought that once I got here I would feel instantly better, but I don't. I think it's because my nana is sick and my little sister is here, and of course I am sad and not being able to talk to my nana about it is killing me already. My sister leaves tomorrow night. So soon I can, not that I will be able to get up the guts to tell my nana that I am bi... oh I hope I do. I would feel close to her again. She feels so distant because she doesn't know what is happening in my life right now. It's all just crap.
uggg and why does she have to be so darn religious??? I mean what if she's not okay with the whole thing? I mean when I walked into the room with my pajamas on, complete with my "legalize gay" t-shirt, I could feel her eyes on me. And not in a good way. And the fact that she didn't even comment on it made it worse. I mean if she would have asked me if I got it at the gay pride parade (which she knew I was going to) then maybe it would have been different. But she didn't. She didn't say anything. Maybe on some level she knows. I mean I have always been very upfront with my views on homosexuality and marriage and stuff.
The church sucks.
yours,
a dancer.
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