beinghuman

I do not belive in trying to convert people into a religion so they can be a certain way that that perticular belife accepts. It dosen’t work. All that persoin ends up doing is denying who they really are. And THAT is a sin.

Now what I mean by. . . stop being bi-curious is that I want to meet a girl I like, and that she likes me, and give it a good honest go of it. I want to kiss her, hold her hands, hold her, do the whole dating and relationship thing. I want to know if I am truly a lesbian, a bisexual or (doubtingly) straight.
i had a boyfriend and well it sucked. Mainly becuase he’s in idiot and doesn’t know how to treat women, or help them reach orgasm. But, that would be his crisis now.

So, now you know what I mean.

It’s not worth it to stay in a place that doesn’t want you there. Be it the economy, the people you know or just the way you feel there. It could be a city, state, country, school, church, ect. What I’ve found is that if you stay in a place like that for too long, the negative thoughts you have about where you are become a part of you. The negative thoughts become about yourself. You start feeling unworthy of better things in life, that your too stupid, unlovable, so on. . . Of course all those thoughts about yourself are lies. And it does get to the point where you see them as facts. That to me is hell. Because that’s a cycle that is very difficult to get out of. I became addicted to thinking that way. So, if you’re there, you do not belong there. And if you’re in a place that makes you feel bad, run like a bat out of hell.

All I hear in my head is ” ha ha ha” When I read this goal. But I’d really like to convert.

I’ve been practing for 1 hour almost everyday this week. That’s progress. I had stopped singing far a looooong time. Then I realized I was getting depressed over missing it so much. I’d like to get up to 2 hours daily in the next two weeks.

It just gets to the point where you have no one else to blame for your life sucking majorly, except the one and only, you. I’m fed with of this negative cycle. I blame myself but it only makes me feel worse about me so I go to my little corner of the universe, cry myself to sleep, and make my abode there. Only to wake up, blame myself, and so on. . . AAHHH! I wanna wake up already. I would write more but it hurts right now, I’ll write more again soon.