You think you know everything about me. You constantly put me down and correct me about my own life. Just because you’re a year older than me does not mean you’re my mother. Also, telling me before you go to college that you don’t want to keep in touch with me–even though we’ve been best friends for over 5 years–is just plain old mean. You think you know everything about me, well, guess what: You’re wrong! My other best friend, Chris, who you think I’ve been in love with for years is in fact my closest confidante not because I’m in love with him but because he was the first person I felt comfortable enough to come out to as a lesbian. I’m gay, and you don’t even know about any of the people I’ve fallen into love with, because they’re all women!
((normally I’m not this angry; I’m just frustrated…))