To my Confused, Younger Self

Hey, Younger Me. I need to tell you something.

In a couple of years, you'll be told you're going through a phase.

Not like when you were obsessed with boy bands and whatever trend is going on.

But with your dating life. 

You'll get it from both sides, but don't worry you'll find someone who understands

You'll be told you don't exist, but you do

Want to know why...You're breathing and you're not invisible.
Trust me I've checked many times. 

You be asked if you're afraid of commitment..I mean who isn't

But it's most because you " can't pick a team" or whatever.

You'll be asked some pretty invasive questions, Like seriously

Who ask someone if they are in a lot of threesome or their secretly gay/lesbian

Don't worry, it will get better. 

People will assume you're just experimenting or whatever

But you will know you're not. 

They'll say " You'll pick eventually."

No...You'll still be you.

You will be asked,"How do you know..."

But don't worry, your boyfriend still loves you

And will ask about your kinks and fantasies at some point when you're comfortable

Mom will still love you when you tell her these words:
"Mom...I'm bisexual...."

 

 

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