To have a friend tell you their struggle is more real,

just because they’ve known for years how they feel,

Well guess what? You can sleep soundly knowing you won’t be kicked out.

Yeah you may have doubt, in who you are, just a new route,

You’re accepted- scratch that, you’re loved for it, you get good attention for it,

But me, nah, I support it, I’ll die for it, because it is me and they hate me for it.

Story Time

So basically I’m a lesbian and I’m currently coming out to individual people who are close to me, the way I’ve been coming out to people is by texting them but I wanted to try doing it in person.

So I turn up to PE (gym) class and I’m so anxious to tell this girl because i have this huge crush on her anyway. The whole class go to the sports hall to do trampolining ( which not many of us like but there’s plenty of time to talk to your friends) so I get myself stood next to the friend (lets call her June) I’m going to come out to and as soon as I see an opening to tell her, a friend of ours comes over and starts talking, so I was like okay fair enough. 

After a while we start messing around, kicking each other (gently) in the back of the knees to make them do that awkward drop thing. So June decides to kick me right when the teacher was watching us.