I never wanted to admit that.
I was afraid that if I admitted I was different, then you'd never accept me again.
Whether I am the same or different, you don't accept me. Therefore I have decided to accept who I am.
I can't let my future go on like my past.
I've been thinking of November. It's coming. I'm scared.
For this November will haunt me.
I truly wish I could freeze now and never have to see what November will bring.
How could something so wonderful be turned into something so miserable?