Today when I went to take in the mail, I found a letter from Human Rights Campaign addressed to my mom. Naturally I opened it. I was a letter thanking her for donating money to them in their "ongoing quest for equality." It made my day and made me wonder if maybe she would be supportive if I came out.
Saturday, January 8, 2011
I wish I was a teenager during the Riot Grrrl era.
Thursday, January 6, 2011
I just learned that during the 4 months when I stopped receiving Alternative Press Magazine, Tegan and Sara were on the cover. Are you kidding me? They were on issue number 236 I have issue number 238.
I don't do my school work and I don't care. Then I get to school, my teachers ask me why it's late, I give them some transparent excuse, and I feel like shit. But then I still don't do my work. One day every two months or so, I get so fucking stressed that I just break down. All of the guilt, and pressure, and work from the previous weeks comes crashing down on me. Most of the time I can just laugh it off, but every once in a while it hits me really hard. What the fuck is wrong with me? I'm going to fail out of college next year. I've been on the verge of tears for the past three hours. I just want to hold my girl.
"Might paint something I might want to hang here someday, Might write something I might want to say to you someday, Might do something I'd be proud of someday. Mark my words, I might be something someday."
girlfriend the word feels foreign on my tongue. like trying to learn red, blue, and green at three.