I’m bi. I’ve been denying it for years. I wrote in my high school diary that I could never love my kid if they were gay. I hated myself for the first way I felt. I felt wrong. Dirty. All the bad things people use to describe bi people I felt. But I accepted myself about a week ago and I’m so freaking happy. I’m bisexual. That doesn’t change who I am as a person, it’s just a part that has always been there that I finally accepted. And I can’t tell anyone. And it’s killing me.
^^^^^^^. so proud of you!!