I miss you so much tonight.

Andrew, I love you so much. Gate x

People don't need to feel ashamed of doing what is perfectly natural.

I forgive you for every mistake, every selfish act and every emotional injury you ever gave me, and I apologise for crying, for controlling and for my words. Love is partly passion and partly compassion; it's the balance between the two. I love you and I am in love with you, Nol. We just have to learn to be with each other whilst not being with each other for a while x

I'm sorry I've been so selfish and mean to you for so long. You are a kind person and it is not your fault I treated you that way. It was stupid and wrong and I know that I need to be more acceptive of other people.

Everything is a creation of love. Everything!

I want her...all of her.

If you want a happy coming out story, you've come to the right place. So, here's (a part of) my story.

My best friend and I were texting each other the day before she was supposed to clome over. We were talking about YouTubers, and she mentioned Tyler Oakley.

HER: Do you like Tyler Oakley? He's pretty famous.
ME: Oh my gosh, yes! I love that someone like that is there for people.
ME: Having such a prominent advocate for LGBTQ people must really be a good support for them
HER: Yeah, I like that he's there for people who need that support.

Little did she know, I was one of those people who needed the support. I'd just started becoming comfortable(ish) with my sexuality and was very scared to give anyone even a hint as to who I really was. But when she texted me about him and how she supported that, I just felt so relieved. This girl had been my best friend since I was 1 years old, so obviously I didn't want to lose her. I decided that if I was ready, I would tell her the next day when she came over.

Well, when the next day rolled around, I was a mess. I was stressed and amazingly worried that even though she had told (read: texted) me about how she was okay with all of that, she would suddenly decide that she hated people like that and tell everyone. Still, I felt that I should trust her and so, I slipped on my mask of calmness and led her and my sister upstairs. We watched singing fails videos on YouTube for a while, laughing and then attempting to do any better. That went on for an hour or so, until my sister got called downstairs by my mom. I turned to my friend and shakily started to talk.

ME: You know what we were texting about a few days ago? The LGBTQIA, right?
HER: Yeah...
ME: Do you know what it stands for?
HER: Lesbian, bisexual, gay...
ME: Lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender, intersex, asexual
HER: Okay...
ME: The reason I'm telling you all of this is because *voice trembles, then halts* I'm a part of it.
HER: Okay. It's okay.
ME: Thanks.
HER: What would you have done if I had said I hated those people?

At this point I burst out crying and just talking nonsense. I would've curled up into a ball and cried, I thought, all my emotions from the past year bleeding out of me. She hugged me, telling me it was going to be okay. Even though we're both not very comfortable with a lot of physical contact, it felt good to be held in someone's arms and be told they loved you for who you were.

When she left, I engulfed her in a hug and whispered "thank you" in her ear. She has no idea how much she helped me, but even if she never will, she will still be my saving grace.

Thank you, A. I love you so very much. You truly are this bisexual's saving grace.

Yesterday Mrs. Callahan handed us our PSAT scores back. PSAT is like the test to prepare you for the SAT, the actual test you take in high school. Believe it or not, but I was excited. But when Mrs. Callahan handed it back to me, I wasn't excited. It drained out all at once. I looked over my test booklet carefully, as if I didn't want to miss anything. I saw that I did terrible and a lot of my questions were omitted. I raised my hand and asked Mrs. Callahan what omitted meant. "Omitted means left out, honey. So I believe if you omitted a question, you skipped it." Then some girl named Jillian raised her hand and Mrs. Callahan walked over to her. I didn't skip any questions on this test! Mrs. Callahan must be wrong but I don't tell her that because a lot of teachers hate it when students tell them they're wrong. The next thing I found myself doing is having my head down and crying to myself. Seconds later, I feel a hand on my shoulders. "Lina, don't... Are you okay?" It's Mrs. Callahan. I can always recognize her voice. "This is ridiculous!" I say. Mrs. Callahan sits down next to me, putting her hand around me. "Lina, what's ridiculous?" "This PSAT thing! They say they're omitted, most of my questions! I did not skip any!" I said. "Lina, I'm sorry, I'm not sure myself. Can I see your report?"she asked. "Sure, it's no secret." "Thank you. Oh, I see Lina, don't worry, it's okay..." "No! This is not okay Mrs. Callahan!" "Lina, honey, hold on a second for me. Ms. Pantelis says it's the same thing as wrong.Don't be frustrated. This is not an indicator. FSA is." "I hate it, I hate all of it! I suck at that!" "You suck at testing?" "I suck at everything!" "I know you don't. I appreciate you care so much, Lina... I do, too. I'll help you through this. This is tough and a lot to take in, I know. It will be all good soon, honey." I nod. "Just talk to me, Lina. Stay with me... I'm here, Lina. I know you'll do good on FSA and the actual SAT. I know you will. Let me see if I have your FSA records."

You are at your best when you're yourself. Maybe some people don't like your natural self but at least you're not fooling yourself.