and it’s been helping sort everything out. Apparently I have moderate depression and extreme anxiety.
On a completely related note, tonight I’m going to a LGBT Club meeting at my school and, not only that, I just came out to my mentor on the phone. True story, but her exact words were, “I figured, at least I thought it was a strong possibility”. I just…sometimes I want to hug her and scream “why couldn’t you have been my Mom?”
Now I just have to work up the nerve and tell my BFF that I’m Bisexual. ‘Cause I’m never going to tell my parents (today my mother told me she would rather me be dead than a liberal, so I don’t even want to see how the ‘Mommy, I like vagina’ conversation would go).
But as for now I’m just going to worry about today (and my French test tomorrow).