some entries have been taken from various diaries of mine
I was thinking about telling Raj tonight, we were home alone not doing anything but I chickened out. We've talked in hypotheticals about homosexuals and somedays she seemed like she would be fine, other days though it was different. She stands on the line and I'm afraid what side she will step to when I tell her.
Though I did realize yesterday that I don't really care anymore. Not as much as I cared before anyway. This is my life and if someone is going to let my sexuality break up our friendship, or family relations then I'm not going to fight to keep it together. I mean I don't want to loose anyone, of course, but if that is what they choose then I'm not going to depress myself about it or waste my time on someone who wouldn't do the same for me.
I don't care what their sexuality is so why should they care what mine is? I just need to keep reminding myself that I don't care, to get me out of this damn closet. It is dark, and lonely, and if I didn't have my computer in here with me I think I would go insane.
I managed to find a key that would fit the lock one night and my friend was standing outside the door, since then though I can't manage to get the key to work again when someone else is standing outside. I need the key that will unlock this door, forever.