Prayer

I know it's been a while since I've blogged but I was thinking today about prayer and I was hoping to get some input and thoughts about it.

Up until I created this blog I can honestly say that prayer was an important part of my day. I can't say that my prayers were always heartfelt and sincere, but at least I would make an effort to pray and hope that my prayers were answered. I followed the structured prayers that I had taught as a missionary ( you know, address God, give thanks, ask for needs and desires, close in the name of Christ). I felt at the time that prayer was important in building a relationship with God, but even then I struggled to feel this relationship forming at times, so I'd try harder to be sincere in my prayers and work on this relationship.

When I finally began to come out of the closet and wrestle with the ideas of being both Mormon and gay I stopped praying completely. This was about 6 months ago. I felt as if I needed to take a break from my relationship with God and try and figure some things out. I felt that my sincere prayers for most of my life to have my homosexuality controlled and removed were a waste. I began to wonder if God was even out there and hearing my prayers, and if he even cared. Were my prayers just me trying to make a relationship with someone that didn't exist, or just didn't reciprocate the message back?

Now, I do feel and hold on to hope that God does exist. I believe that there is goodness in Mormonism, but I also feel that the rigid structure of the religion can help many people, but for me it was holding me back from happiness and well being in this life. I like to consider myself a "less active" member by choice. 

Now when I pray, it's more a meditation of ideas. I don't want to adhere to any type of form of prayer. It comes more as I ponder things in my mind. It's not a prepared statement to some person, but a jumble of ideas to figure out. I don't expect any communication from God, but would love it, and I cannot deny that other prayers of mine have been answered. if he does answer me I'm pleased with that. 

So, now I'm wondering (and I'd love some input on this) it's okay to pray for things that I want that aren't always in line with Mormon teachings. I've been taught all my life that I should pray to find that woman I could marry and go to the temple with. Now that prayer is just not practical for me. I'd rather pray for things I really do want and are achievable in my life. So what do you think? Is it okay for me to pray to God that I meet a man to date and have a relationship with?

Coming Out

Coming out to my parents is on the forefront of my mind tonight. Any suggestions?...What to do, what not to do?

What Have I Gotten Myself Into?

This is the question I've been asking myself. Seriously!

Let me explain. So around August my life was going pretty good. You probably didn't know it (because I didn't write it) but I've been without a job for the last year and a half. My whole last year I was "focusing on school" when in reality I was just having fun and enjoying life as I began to let myself breath. I started this blog. I began to exercise. Things were looking great. After school I began to look for a job and it took till August, but I got one. So I started working. I had come out to some family and freinds, and things were really looking up.

Well, in September my grandma asked me to move out of her apartment. Oh, did I forget to mention I've lived in my grandma's basement for the past 2 years. It's a whole separate apartment and I had a roommate and everything. Anyway my cousin is getting married this month so my grandma asked me to move out so that they could move in after getting hitched. I was totally okay with this since Art, my roommate was moving out for the fall anyway. So I spent like two weeks looking for an apartment and working full time. It was crazy and hectic and nothing seemed to be exactly what I wanted. I wanted to find like a basement apartment or condo or something that had a single room at a fair price. I was avoiding looking at any BYU housing complexes.

Finally, the day before I needed to be out of my grandmas I gave up my search, went to the BYU housing apartment complex Art had moved into, and signed a contract.

So here I am. In an apartment with 3 BYU students. Feeling like I have regressed in some way from where I was in August.

According to my contract I have to live BYU standards to remain living here. Technically I'm already dancing the line with my beard since that's not part of the dress code, but if someone finds out I'm gay I'll have to deal with all that crap, possibly even being kicked out of the complex.

I'm not gonna lie, grandma's was intense. I loved her and being so close, but it was tough. She was always all up in my business. She never came down to visit our apartment, but if friends came over, the next day she'd be asking about them. She was alway telling me about the lovely girls she'd met in the temple that she wanted to fix me up with. I wanted to move out of my grandma's so that I could come out to my parents without worrying about anything happening with my housing situation. Now I feel like I've gone from one closet to another. I've been living here for about a week and I've already felt like I've betrayed myself in conversations with my roommates. I'd don't tell them I'm gay, but I don't tell them I'm not either. It's really annoying.

And now today I've been watching all the It Gets Better videos on YouTube and crying because I want things to get better. I want to start meeting other men and dating. I want to feel free and relaxed in my own apartment. I want to pursue my idea of happiness without other trying to block up or criticize my way. Instead all I've been able to do is look at my present situation and think "What have I gotten myself into?"

I really hate to end things in a depressing way, so instead I'll leave you with this. I love it for it's simplicity.

LoC Box Results

A apologize for this being late. I wanted to post on Sunday but kept pushing it back. Okay so two Sundays ago my bishop passed around this law of chastity box in Elders Quorum and this Sunday he attempted to address some of the questions.

I guess I was disappointed in how it all went down. Before going into what he was planning on talking about he started to answer some of the other questions that people had submitted. I was sitting on my seat waiting for him to talk about homosexuality and he just kept talking about other subjects. It was totally frustrating. 

Then he went in to what he had planned on talking about, which was when and how it's appropriate in dating to address concerns about the Law of Chastity specifically for girls to be able to address guys about pornography. It was interesting the different ideas people came up with, but as a whole I really didn't care about it.

Finally, with only two minutes left in the class he begins with, "And as for Same Gender Attraction..." yeah that's right he never used the word homosexuality or gay or anything like that. It felt like an afterthought that he just decided he would address. He talked about how it's become politicized lately. That those who have SGA are much more than that and to not let it define who you are. He then talked about how when the thoughts become a behavior then there is a problem and then it gets more complicated. Like I said, he spent maybe two minutes on the subject and didn't address anything specific. I was really disappointed, but looking back I don't know if I could have expected anything more. If he tried to answer my questions he'd be going away from doctrine and into theory. It frustrates me how vague the church is on this subject. They go into great length on many other issues, but one this one there is very little talk.

Bishop told us that he had more info on all the subjects we talked about in a document he put on our ward website. As soon as I got home I went to the computer and downloaded and read what he posted. Here is exactly how it went:

Same-Gender Attraction

•If homosexuals are about to marry & wait till matrimony to have sex, is it still breaking the Law of Chastity?

•Are the same standards for straight couples (i.e., kissing, cuddling, holding hands) allows for homosexual relationships?

•How can someone who is homosexual reconcile themselves with the idea of an Eternal Temple Marriage?

"There hath no temptation taken you but such as is common to man: but God is faithful, who will not suffer you to be tempted above that ye are able; but will with the temptation also make a way to escape, that ye may be able to bear it"

1 Corinthians 10:13

www.evergreeninternational.com

“As fellow Church members, families, and friends, we need to recognize that those attracted to the same gender face some unique restrictions regarding expression of their feelings. While same-gender attraction is real, there must be no physical expression of this attraction. The desire for physical gratification does not authorize immorality by anyone. Such feelings can be powerful, but they are never so strong as to deprive anyone of the freedom to choose worthy conduct.”

“As for why you feel as you do, I can’t answer that question. A number of factors may be involved, and they can be as different as people are different. Some things, including the cause of your feelings, we may never know in this life. But knowing why you feel as you do isn’t as important as knowing you have not transgressed. If your life is in harmony with the commandments, then you are worthy to serve in the Church, enjoy full fellowship with the members, attend the temple, and receive all the blessings of the Savior’s Atonement... You serve yourself poorly when you identify yourself primarily by your sexual feelings. That isn’t your only characteristic, so don’t give it disproportionate attention. You are first and foremost a son of God, and He loves you. What’s more, I love you. My Brethren among the General Authorities love you."

Helping Those Who Struggle with Same-Gender Attraction

Elder Jeffrey R. Holland

“Applying the First Presidency’s distinction to the question of same-sex relationships, we should distinguish between (1) homosexual (or lesbian) “thoughts and feelings” (which should be resisted and redirected), and (2) “homosexual behavior” (which is a serious sin).”

“We should note that the words homosexual, lesbian, and gay are adjectives to describe particular thoughts, feelings, or behaviors. We should refrain from using these words as nouns to identify particular conditions or specific persons. Our religious doctrine dictates this usage. It is wrong to use these words to denote a condition, because this implies that a person is consigned by birth to a circumstance in which he or she has no choice in respect to the critically important matter of sexual behavior.”

“Feelings are another matter. Some kinds of feelings seem to be inborn. Others are traceable to mortal experiences. Still other feelings seem to be acquired from a complex interaction of 'nature and nurture.' All of us have some feelings we did not choose, but the gospel of Jesus Christ teaches us that we still have the power to resist and reform our feelings (as needed) and to assure that they do not lead us to entertain inappropriate thoughts or to engage in sinful behavior.”

“Different persons have different physical characteristics and different susceptibilities to the various physical and emotional pressures we may encounter in our childhood and adult environments. We did not choose these personal susceptibilities either, but we do choose and will be accountable for the attitudes, priorities, behavior, and 'lifestyle' we engraft upon them.”

“Essential to our doctrinal position on these matters is the difference between our freedom and our agency. Our freedom can be limited by various conditions of mortality, but God’s gift of agency cannot be limited by outside forces, because it is the basis for our accountability to him.”

Same-Gender Attraction

Elder Dallin H. Oaks

Quorum of the Twelve Apostles

This was even more unsatisfying than what my bishop had said. I really didn't like the part about not using the words homosexual, lesbian, and gay as nouns. I can understand their reasoning in this, but it just seems extreme in nature. To avoid the word almost feels like you're avoiding the fact that we actually exist. Yeah, being gay isn't everything about me. It doesn't sum me up, but it is a part of who I am and a part of my self identification. I denied that for too long and don't want to anymore. 

So all in all it was a very unsatisfying day. I got my hopes a little too high, just to have them crash back to the reality of the situation.

Moho Map Madness

****This post should actually be part of the last post but I waited to get permission for quoting my friends Facebook message.****

So last Saturday morning as I woke up and was getting ready for Marcus' wedding I noticed that I had a Facebook message from my sister Louise' ex boyfriend, who also belongs to the ward I just switched to. I opened it up and was jolted by what I read. He started by saying "So this is really weird how I came across your new blog." That's all I read at first and knew that he was talking about this blog. Turns out he had been added on Skype by a friend who had a link to this on their Facebook page. "I started reading different links to educate myself cause a friend is in your same situation right now. Then I thought, 'Hmmm I wonder if I know anyone that posted from Provo,' so I clicked on the different links and lo and behold there was Chuck D!" I didn't really think of this as a consequence, but I really am not trying to hide myself. I feel that anyone who is looking at the Moho map is doing it with the right intentions. But it was a surprise. He just felt he should tell me and offer his support. "You're a great person and I hope you know there is no judgement coming from my direction. You've got a great family and I'm sure they'll love you no matter what. I'll see you...at church!" I think it takes a classy guy to write a letter like this and I really appreciated it. It was jolting, but I'm okay with it.

So Much Stuff...

too little time.

Okay, so a ton of things have happened lately that I felt I should blog about, but I didn't. Sorry. I am such a slacker right now. Anyway, these should all be different blog posts but I'm doing them all at once. Oh, I've given them titles just for the fun of it.

Wedded Bliss
My brother Marcus got married to Sarah on Saturday. (Marcus totally married up 'cause Sarah is AMAZING!) So I was able to attend their temple ceremony and everything else. This was my first wedding I've been to in the temple. It was really nice and I was amazed at the simplicity of it all. Of course, as the sealer was explaining to Marcus and Sarah the importance of their matrimony I couldn't help but think if I will ever be able to experience marriage. If so, it won't be in the temple, and it would be with a guy. Enough of the pity party, the wedding was awesome and I am so happy for them.

Cornered by the Bishop
Now I almost didn't get to the temple ceremony because I had to renew my temple recommend two weeks ago. So, I set up the interview as usual and go into to meet with my bishop on a Thursday during my 15 minute alloted time. He sits me down and explains that my roommate Art had told him that I had been going through some troubles. So I try to tiptoe around the subject and explain that I'm trying to understand and work through some doctrinal issues. My bishop then asks for specifics. He's not letting me settle with generalities. By this time I feel cornered, and on edge and decide that there is no other way of avoiding it so I tell him that I'm gay. I hadn't planned on it and didn't want to tell him but I was very straight with him (pun intended) and laid it all out there.

First off, he didn't seemed shocked, but he did seem like this was his first run in as a bishop with this. He began asking about the law of chastity and pornography and I answered as directly as I could. It was so excruciatingly painful. He then asked if I wouldn't mind meeting with him again before having a temple interview so that he could process this. In my mind I was screaming "Hell no!" but I said it was okay. He set it up for me to meet again that Sunday after church. That mean't I had from Thursday and Sunday to go over all the possible scenarios that could be played out. Basically it was the weekend from Hell.

Outed by a Friend
Okay so this title basically sums it up...sorta. The Sunday that my fate would be decided by my bishop I was texting my friend Art about the situation during Sunday School. The Wednesday before Art had left for seven weeks to Virginia to work for EFY. I was explaining how I was cornered into telling the bishop I was gay. The next text I got from him was an apology. Art had told the bishop my situation earlier in an interview he had. He had told the bishop to get advice for himself and his life and how to deal with my being gay. So the bishop already knew and just wanted me to admit it to him. That's why the bishop didn't seem surprised when I told him! I initially couldn't fully process what had happened and just felt betrayed. But I've moved on from it. I told Art that next time he should say "a friend" instead of outing someone to their priesthood authority.

Before I move on I want to make it clear that Art is really an amazing friend, he just wasn't thinking when he did what he did, and he has apologized many time for it and I forgive him. Accidents and stupid mistakes happen and we move on.

Decision Time
With only an hour between finding out that Art outed me to the bishop and my interview I was a nervous wreck. I left Sunday School early to go process and glazed through Elders Quorum and then it was time to meet bishop. Well, needless to say it was all okay. My panic had been in vain and the bishop had researched and said that as long as I was temple worthy my sexual orientation didn't matter. He actually kept commending me for the integrity of my spirit. I don't know how to take a compliment like that. Anyway we went through the interview, I got my recommend, and left. Thank goodness I only have to go through that kind of hell every two years.

Oh, and during that interview I asked to be released from my calling as Elders Quorum instructor (I couldn't stand up there and teach something that I personally am wrestling with. I felt hypocritical) and told him that I would be leaving the ward in a week. We didn't technically live in the ward boundaries, it's a complicated story. So I'm gonna go to the ward that I'm suppose to. My sister Louise attends that ward and I've come out to her so it'll be nice to have someone who understands things.

p.s. the Stake interview went much smoother.

Working Through It
The next two weeks were spent working through my feelings of being outed by Art and hanging out with my family as they all came in for Marcus' wedding. I even ran the Provo Freedom Festival 5k on the 5th with my family. I waited on writing about some things till I had worked through them myself. Anyway, it's been a crazy chaotic nerve wracking, and fun two weeks.

So that's what's been going on in my life.

Sympathizing With a Serial Killer

So about two years ago I began watching the TV series Dexter on Netflix. I had heard or read a review of it somewhere and I thought I'd see what all the fuss was about. For those of you who don't know what this show is about here is Netflix summary of the show:

Playing a sympathetic serial killer might sound like a stretch, but former "Six Feet Under" star Michael C. Hall pulls it off in this macabre drama about a likable forensics expert who channels his violent tendencies into knocking off miscreants. Dexter Morgan (Hall) seems so harmless, in fact, that neither his girlfriend (Julie Benz) nor his cop sister (Jennifer Carpenter) suspect the true nature of his extracurricular activities.

Basically he is a serial killer of other serial killers.

Okay, so I knew that the show was a bit "adult" and all and since it's on Showtime you deal with more swearing, sex, and violence. I was sorta okay with that. But, I eventually had to stop watching the show after about six episodes. I was too creeped out. It wasn't the gore, or language that got to me. No, instead I found myself relating to and sympathizing with this serial killer. I felt that I was experiencing the same emotions (more like the lack thereof) to a smaller scale in my life and I didn't like it. It scared me to realize that maybe something was wrong with me.

Since then I've occasionally tried to think about what exactly was going on with me and how I sympathized with this psychopath. Then a couple days ago it hit me, I finally got it. I realized that it wasn't his psychopathic tendencies that I could see in myself, but rather it was his ability to go through the motions of living a life that was completely fake, and not letting anyone else realize who he really is. For instance, in the show Dexter has a girlfriend who he has no sexual attraction to. In fact Dexter doesn't have any sexual attraction at all. He is going through the motions of liking her and dating her, when in reality he cannot genuinely reciprocate her feelings. 

Now that I am honest with myself about who I am I can look back on my life and see the instances where I was simply going through the motions of being a heterosexual when in reality I didn't have those feeling and emotions. I think about the girlfriend I had right after my mission, and all the dates I went on so that I'd have something to report to my parents.

Well, for the most part that is over. I can't do it anymore and I'm happier for it. So, maybe I'll give Dexter another chance...

Sabbath Day

For the past few months it has been a real struggle for me to get up on Sunday and go to church (and my church starts at one). I feel I've lost some of the desire and motivation to get myself there every Sunday. I find myself debating whether or not I should go, and until recently I have mainly gone to seem alright to my roommate Art. Now that he knows what's going on with me I don't even have that as a motivation. 

Ever since coming out to myself and accepting my homosexuality as a real part of me it's gotten harder to go each week. When I finally do go to church I feel almost left out in an eternal perspective from all the talks, lessons, and discussions. I see even more now how certain religious themes and ideas are prevalent in everything we Mormons do and say. I'm not bitter towards the church or anything, but I do feel there are eternal goals that everyone in church is aiming for and centers their teachings around that I will never be a part of; Eternal marriage, celestial glory, and raising a family for instance. These goals were once a huge part of myself, but now I question if any of them are still attainable to me.

My outward actions so far have not changed, but inwardly all my perceptions and motivations are changing and I don't know what to do and how to feel. 

My brother Marcus recently asked in reference to the church if I was "coming or going?" and I really didn't know how to answer. I'd be lying if I said I didn't feel a definite emotional push toward "going" but part of me still wants to remain. I cannot say that I believe the church is not true. I use to teach and put trust in the fact that "the church of Jesus Christ is for everyone." In a way I still believe that, but I wonder if I am ready and willing to choose to be a part of something that I feel left out from; or from something that leaves me with unachievable eternal goals. I know that at some point I am going to have to make a decision...I just don't know what that will be.

Family Ties

Sorry for not blogging lately. I had final papers and then took a bit of a break to recuperate. Anyway, I love this movie:

I recently found this video on YouTube and thought it was hilarious. I think it the way she says “he’s a gay man now!” with that accent that makes me just giggle. And my favorite scene is when Jon’s mother is showing him all the magazine pictures of men and talking about how hot they are. Even writing about it makes me laugh and giggle.

That being said, the movie reminded me also of a real concern I’ve been thinking about. I really don’t know how my family will react to me coming out, but I have a feeling that most will not be interested, nor want to hear about my dating life after finding out. I know it’s not a huge concern, but it’s really been troubling me lately.

Currently, I hate having to tell them that I’m not dating anyone because “I just haven’t found anyone I’m really attracted to right now” while thinking, “that you’d want to hear about.” I really appreciate them asking me about it. It shows that they have love and concern for me and that they really are interested in my life. It’s flattering to think that my sister knows girls she’d like to set me up on, even though I’ve never gone beyond a first date with any of them. And usually they’re really good matches, except the fact that I’m not attracted to them like that. At least I know that she wants me to be happy and wants to be involved in my life. Will that change when they find out I’m gay? I can’t imagine that same sister trying to set me up with a man ever. Yet I long to be able to talk openly and freely about my real relationships with other people.

Maybe I’m being a bit superficial, and maybe I’m jumping the gun a bit since I haven’t come out to them yet, but I can’t stop thinking about it. It’s scary at time to consider how a huge part of my world is going to be turned upside down.

Anyway….I don’t like ending on a depressing note so…. “Did you hear about our John? He’s a gay man now!” …giggles.

Lack of Understanding

So before I came out to anyone, I tested the waters with many family members by bringing up homosexuality in general with as many people as I could. I’m still doing it with my family, as a sort of prep for when I do come out. Well, I’m realizing that many of my friends and family either believe or have heard a lot of false ideas and stereotypes about gays. For example, my roommate and I have talked a lot since I’m taking a LGBT Literature class and he’s taking Human Sexuality (he’s a psychology major). Well, while flipping through the channels on TV I ran across Ru Paul’s Drag Race (I love this show, it’s Americas Next Top Model, but with camp). Suddenly my roommate mentions that he thinks that the more gay someone is, the more they want to be a woman, thus if they date a man it’s like a heterosexual couple. “REALLY?! How can you believe such crap! I’m gay and I don’t have any desire to be a woman. Does that mean I’m not fully gay? Ridiculous!” Was what I thought, but in reality I just said that that seemed too narrow minded to be true.

That’s just one example of these false ideas that people can easily believe if they choose not to think for themselves. The other thing I hear is that being gay is a choice. I got into a huge argument with my sister (she’s 16 so she’s a bit naive), but my mom agreed at least in general. I just sat there and tried to explain that that is not always true, while wanting to scream, “Do you really think I chose to be gay! I was born this way!” In my case I have just always liked men. There was nothing in my childhood that traumatized me. I had a very happy childhood. I’ve known I was gay since I was 12, even if I lived in denial most of my life.

It just blows my mind how much misinformation exists in the world. There are, of course, attempts to set the record straight. This is one of those videos I like, it's funny too. (even if it does take jabs against Christians in general)

I believe this is a section from the 2007 film "For the Bible Tells Me So" which I have not seen, but which really interests me. 

A Crossroads

Well, it’s been a crazy emotional week since I last blogged and I feel like I’ve come quite a way. I guess I could say that the night I wrote my first blog post I had hit rock bottom. I has spent all of my spring break vacation sitting alone in my apartment trying to understand who I was and what I could do. Obviously I had had all these thoughts before, but never with such intensity. I was at my breaking point and didn’t know what to do. That night I decided I had to find someone I could just talk to. I needed someone who’d listen, empathize, and counsel without any judgments.

The next day I called my brother Marcus. Marcus currently lives in Oklahoma and is the most liberal and understanding of my siblings. He’s even at times joked and said, “You know you can tell me if you’re gay.” To others it would seem like a harmless joke, but we both knew he meant it seriously if I were ever ready. We talked for hours and tears were shed and love was shared. It was really nice to know that he supports me in whatever I choose to do.

This experience helped me make a choice. After coming out to Marcus I felt my emotional weight lighten. In coming out to him, I have made a choice. No more wallowing in self denial and guilt for something I cannot control. I can now make steps towards really understanding who I am and what I want in life. I still looking at and trying to understand my personal religious, social, and moral beliefs. And I know that it is going to take a while, but it’s far better than being in the state I was a week ago. I’ve accepted my homosexuality and now I have to understand what comes with that. I know I have a long way to go still. There are a lot of things I need to figure out, but I am optimistic for the future.

As I think about this week and the decisions I’ll be making in the future a song comes into my head. I recently re-heard it at a friend’s talent show and now I can’t get it out of my head. Part of it goes:

I don't know where I belong

But I'll be moving on

If you don't

If you won't

Listen

To the song here in my heart

A melody I start but I will complete

Oh now I'm done believing you

You don't know what I'm feeling

I'm more than what you made of me

I followed the voice you think you gave to me

But now I've got to find my own

My own...

This is how I feel. I am alone at a crossroads and I am now excited to find my own way, and accept me for who I am. Like I said before, this has been an emotional week for me.

A Rant

I can’t stand it anymore. The silence is killing me. I have to tell someone that I’m gay or I’m going to explode. I thought about my brother M but how much can I really trust him. He’s the most liberal minded of my 9 siblings, but I don’t know if he’d be concerned enough to tell my parents, and I don’t want that. I just want someone to talk to about my situation. I hate having this secret and I really want to know what I can do about it. I just wish I had someone to talk to about my problems; my conscience just suggested God, but that feels like a one-sided conversation. Uhg! It’s tearing me up inside.

I've started to hate myself, my image, my life. Everything wrong in my life I punish myself with by blaming it on being gay. I've come to hate everything that really makes up the core of who I am. I feel like such a hypocrite. I live in the heart of Utah Valley and I don’t know any other gay people. I mean I’m aware that they’re out there but I personally have no gay friends. The few I've met in school I don't feel enough to to really share with them my feelings.

That's not the only issue I’m dealing with is that I am not the stereotypical gay man. When people around me think of gay men they don’t see the Bearish 25 year old 270 lbs redhead in front of them, no they envision this skinny twink that is effeminate and every girl’s best friend. (Okay so the girl’s best friend part fits me to a T). And I’m attracted to other hairy large men. I understand that there are Bears out there but I don’t know where. I don’t even know what I would do if I found one since I have no dating experience. None! I get set up by family with girls that are so nice and sweet but who I have no attraction for, so I never have progressed beyond maybe 2 dates since I don’t feel right leading them on.

I just feel like I have no one to talk to who understand me and what I’m going through. I’m sick of feeling alone and helpless. I’m sick of sitting at home because I have no one who really understands me. I’m sick of never being able to fully open up to anyone. I just want someone to talk to. I hope that by creating this blog I might find someone out there who can relate to me.

Sorry I didn't mean to whine like that. I guess I'm just having a bad day.