My name’s Andrew. I’m 18 years old and I’m gay. Or at least, I wish it were only so easy.
It’s hard… not knowing what you want in your life. To know how you want your life to turn out… and to have one little, insignificant detail ruin your dreams for the future. I didn’t choose to be gay. I didn’t choose to be different than anyone else. Believe me, if I had my way, I’d be out there finding some girl to distract me from all my problems right now. Or, I would be able to accept myself, and find a decent boy to help me cope with being gay. My religious views, my belief that God is going to be the being of ultimate judgement in my life, and my fear to lose everyone I know are what keep me hidden in myself; are what cause my heart to panic.