I remember when I came out of the closet. I was, quite frankly, prepared for the worst. You know, everyone randomly hating me, people viewing me completely different, ignored from society... Stuff like that.
Buuut, when I actually did it, no one cared. While that may seem like a relief to a lot of people, that just about crushed me. I went through my life feeling that no one really cared about me at all, and even there, no one caring, nothing seeming to be able to change, well, it got a lot harder to move on.
Call me an attention whore or whatever, but there's nothing more irritating or depressing than people just not caring.
Buuut, when I actually did it, no one cared. While that may seem like a relief to a lot of people, that just about crushed me. I went through my life feeling that no one really cared about me at all, and even there, no one caring, nothing seeming to be able to change, well, it got a lot harder to move on.
Call me an attention whore or whatever, but there's nothing more irritating or depressing than people just not caring.









