I feel depressed now. It's hard being a teenager. I want to draw it out, but I can't find any inspiration... I want to scream, but it's almost midnight... I wish I could do something about this. I wish I could honestly say that I'm happy. I keep saying I'm OK with being what I am, liking what I like, I keep making myself believe that I'm OK with it, while on the inside it makes me feel like $#%^, makes me not want to live anymore.
But I guess I'll just have to cope. I can't chicken out and take my own life. There are people who love me, people who I love. I'm just not sure what they'd do if I told them the truth. They love me without knowing the most important thing there is to me. It's hard.

I want to be happy I'll just forget about sexuality and focus on friendship right now