I know this is really long, and I hope it makes sense. I know what's going on in my head, and it's a lot, so I tried to lay out the most important things.
Lately I've been going through a lot of bad stuff and I think it's time I finally try and get some advice. Let me give you some background info first.
I'm a 19 year old college student (sophomore, turning 20 in about a week). I've been out since high school to my friends, and no one has ever cared. I told my parents last year and they were completely supportive (although it's not a hot topic of discussion...well, ever). I love my school, have a solid group of friends, and I've got great grades. I've been told I'm pretty good looking, but I have issues with how skinny I am. Anyway, it would seem as if everything should be alright... which is part of what makes me feel so bad about my depression.
When I first realized I was gay, it wasn't too big of a deal to me. It seemed like something that made me stand out and I didn't really mind. This attitude changed in high school, however. It seemed like all my close friends were dating and hooking up, whether it be with each other or kids outside of our group. I felt lonely, and this is when the thoughts started forming about me not wanting to be gay anymore. I was in love with my best friend at the same time (of course, who wasn’t?), and I just couldn’t stand it. I kept thinking that if I wasn’t gay this wouldn’t happen, because if it was with a girl, there would be at least some chance she liked me. I pushed through it, thinking that college would be a whole lot better. I was going to a big university, and there would be plenty of gay people and I would finally have my first relationship.
Boy was I wrong. Around the time I started to get over my first guy, I started having feelings for another named Zack in high school. We weren’t close friends (yet), and we knew each other from basketball and shared classes. When you first go to a big college, you initially hang out with kids that you knew previously. So, we started hanging out a lot. We became best friends, and since we were the same major, we had the same classes and shared friends. Things were going pretty well at first, but I started to fall for him more and more. We would always go out to bars and parties and get drunk with our friends, and eventually he started dancing with women. He’s a pretty quiet guy, so he’s never had a girlfriend, but drunken college women don’t really care about much. I would watch and then get upset. He’s only hooked up with a girl 3 times (three different), and I’ve witnessed two of them. The first time it happened I had a drunken melt down and I couldn’t stop thinking about it for weeks. After a while, it seemed like every time I drank I would end the night going home alone and crying in my room.
Fast forward to this semester that previously ended, and this is where things got really bad. Zack and I decided to room together in the dorms for this semester, along with his roommate from last year. I knew this was a bad idea going in, but I guess I didn’t care. I fell more and more in love with him, and things got much worse. Living with him made me hate myself and wish I wasn’t gay more than ever. Whenever he would mention how hot a girl was, I’d get upset that I didn’t think she was and get upset over the fact that I cared he found her attractive. I’d be mad at myself for looking at him changing, and for finding him so goddamn attractive. He knows all about my feelings for him, and he doesn’t care at all.
Over time, I started becoming more and more depressed. EVERY single time I would drink, something would set me off and I’d get really upset. Eventually, I started coming home and taking a ton of pills before I fell asleep. I also started to cut myself. The worst was when one of our friends had girls from another university visited, and Zack spent the whole night making out with her in front of me. I came home alone, trashed my room, and cut the shit out of my arm with a pair of scissors. Now, this is something that I would NEVER do sober. I only ever have vague recollections of doing these things, and most of the time I have absolutely no recollection. My mom saw the scars on my arm tonight (it’s only happened about 5 times, and not really that recent), and I made up some bullshit excuse about falling while playing basketball. They have no idea what I’m going through on the inside. None of my friends really do - they think that every time I cry it’s because of Zack. But, it goes deeper than that.
I just really don’t want to be gay anymore. Regardless of Zack, I feel like I’m missing out on so much. All my friends get drunk, hook up with people at parties/bars, have sex, etc...and as stupid as this sounds, I want to experience these things. They all go on dates, ask me for advice and all that, and I’ve never had an intimate moment with anyone. It makes me upset and angry that I don’t find women attractive, and I just want to be normal. I feel like if I wasn’t gay, I wouldn’t have these problems of constantly being attracted to one person who I can’t have and having my entire life revolve around them. I know this happens to straight people all the time, but at least there’s a chance the other person could like them back. Or they could work on the relationship. There’s no chance with me.
Now, Zack is going to study abroad in Australia next semester. This makes me feel really bad when I think about not seeing him for five months, but I’m sure it will be good for me. I hope.
I know this is really long, and I apologize, but these things have been pent up for a long time. They’ve gotten to the point where a few of my friends have suggested I seek professional help. I don’t want to, though, because I feel like I’m being so stupid with all of this. I don’t even like talking about it with my friends let alone a complete stranger.
Am I the only one who doesn’t like being gay and would prefer to be straight? I don’t see myself ever getting over this, and it’s really bringing me down.
Lately I've been going through a lot of bad stuff and I think it's time I finally try and get some advice. Let me give you some background info first.
I'm a 19 year old college student (sophomore, turning 20 in about a week). I've been out since high school to my friends, and no one has ever cared. I told my parents last year and they were completely supportive (although it's not a hot topic of discussion...well, ever). I love my school, have a solid group of friends, and I've got great grades. I've been told I'm pretty good looking, but I have issues with how skinny I am. Anyway, it would seem as if everything should be alright... which is part of what makes me feel so bad about my depression.
When I first realized I was gay, it wasn't too big of a deal to me. It seemed like something that made me stand out and I didn't really mind. This attitude changed in high school, however. It seemed like all my close friends were dating and hooking up, whether it be with each other or kids outside of our group. I felt lonely, and this is when the thoughts started forming about me not wanting to be gay anymore. I was in love with my best friend at the same time (of course, who wasn’t?), and I just couldn’t stand it. I kept thinking that if I wasn’t gay this wouldn’t happen, because if it was with a girl, there would be at least some chance she liked me. I pushed through it, thinking that college would be a whole lot better. I was going to a big university, and there would be plenty of gay people and I would finally have my first relationship.
Boy was I wrong. Around the time I started to get over my first guy, I started having feelings for another named Zack in high school. We weren’t close friends (yet), and we knew each other from basketball and shared classes. When you first go to a big college, you initially hang out with kids that you knew previously. So, we started hanging out a lot. We became best friends, and since we were the same major, we had the same classes and shared friends. Things were going pretty well at first, but I started to fall for him more and more. We would always go out to bars and parties and get drunk with our friends, and eventually he started dancing with women. He’s a pretty quiet guy, so he’s never had a girlfriend, but drunken college women don’t really care about much. I would watch and then get upset. He’s only hooked up with a girl 3 times (three different), and I’ve witnessed two of them. The first time it happened I had a drunken melt down and I couldn’t stop thinking about it for weeks. After a while, it seemed like every time I drank I would end the night going home alone and crying in my room.
Fast forward to this semester that previously ended, and this is where things got really bad. Zack and I decided to room together in the dorms for this semester, along with his roommate from last year. I knew this was a bad idea going in, but I guess I didn’t care. I fell more and more in love with him, and things got much worse. Living with him made me hate myself and wish I wasn’t gay more than ever. Whenever he would mention how hot a girl was, I’d get upset that I didn’t think she was and get upset over the fact that I cared he found her attractive. I’d be mad at myself for looking at him changing, and for finding him so goddamn attractive. He knows all about my feelings for him, and he doesn’t care at all.
Over time, I started becoming more and more depressed. EVERY single time I would drink, something would set me off and I’d get really upset. Eventually, I started coming home and taking a ton of pills before I fell asleep. I also started to cut myself. The worst was when one of our friends had girls from another university visited, and Zack spent the whole night making out with her in front of me. I came home alone, trashed my room, and cut the shit out of my arm with a pair of scissors. Now, this is something that I would NEVER do sober. I only ever have vague recollections of doing these things, and most of the time I have absolutely no recollection. My mom saw the scars on my arm tonight (it’s only happened about 5 times, and not really that recent), and I made up some bullshit excuse about falling while playing basketball. They have no idea what I’m going through on the inside. None of my friends really do - they think that every time I cry it’s because of Zack. But, it goes deeper than that.
I just really don’t want to be gay anymore. Regardless of Zack, I feel like I’m missing out on so much. All my friends get drunk, hook up with people at parties/bars, have sex, etc...and as stupid as this sounds, I want to experience these things. They all go on dates, ask me for advice and all that, and I’ve never had an intimate moment with anyone. It makes me upset and angry that I don’t find women attractive, and I just want to be normal. I feel like if I wasn’t gay, I wouldn’t have these problems of constantly being attracted to one person who I can’t have and having my entire life revolve around them. I know this happens to straight people all the time, but at least there’s a chance the other person could like them back. Or they could work on the relationship. There’s no chance with me.
Now, Zack is going to study abroad in Australia next semester. This makes me feel really bad when I think about not seeing him for five months, but I’m sure it will be good for me. I hope.
I know this is really long, and I apologize, but these things have been pent up for a long time. They’ve gotten to the point where a few of my friends have suggested I seek professional help. I don’t want to, though, because I feel like I’m being so stupid with all of this. I don’t even like talking about it with my friends let alone a complete stranger.
Am I the only one who doesn’t like being gay and would prefer to be straight? I don’t see myself ever getting over this, and it’s really bringing me down.

















