Lets see my coming out story was me just leaving school with my friends when I notice text messages from my mom talking in tongues all "How could you lie, I still love you, etc" Anyhoo i called her and she sounded like the suicidal hotline and i was scared to death cause she was gettin aggressive over the line saying to come home. So the whole train ride home i felt like i had gotten the death penalty and was so numb. Then i got home and gorl i tried to play off my nerves and thoughts but my ass was trembling, she looked like she'd been through a whole season of Oprah and i just went to my room and she came and i found out she found out i was gay by finding this big ass brithday card my friends gave me that had Naked sculptures, shirtless men, corn, all that stuff for the dirty minded etc. Anyhoo it was brief awkward conversation of her trying to understand and me explaining little as possible. She told me my dad was more disapointed but his ass didnt even acknowledge the whole thing. Anyhoo after that **** got real for a week than back to normal the next now we're one big happy family and i come out like every week cause my mom has memory loss when it comes to gay things. THEE END
Edit: Before this hallmark special everyone knew i was gay beside my parents, Bi at 6th, Full Gay at 8th
what am I doing wrong???
. I guess it's either my standards or my lack of commitment 
. It was a cute lil date. He paid for everything too and at the end his older brother and his older brother's gf came to pick us up and they were soooo nice and took us to McDonalds lol. 
He was so fat and looked dirty! He started scratching his armpit and his ass didn't even fit in the table at McDonald's. Lord. I told his ass I was leaving and ran out that bitch! I blocked his ass with an app on my phone.
at me being the only one to write my new York times best seller right here