Friends are there for you when you fall and when you climb too high and need to be dragged back down to the ground, or at least closer than you were before.
It's been a while since my last blog and quite a lot has happened since then; I came out as Bisexual/Bi-curious (most girls and some guys turn me on) I've tried to be there for my friends, I probably failed but I tried; that's what matters, isn't it? No; failing means you have done nothing possibly made the situation worse for them, good friends forgive and forget, but the best make you suffer for it (not by their own actions but by not telling you "It's OK, I'm fine, Don't worry about it". That way you don't do it again, and they don't seem indifferent to you...
I had to say that. And this too:
I want the right to choose when, where and how I will die, it's my death after all.
Screw you if you can't accept that.
I'm not trying to be beatiful, witty, clever or impress anyone (a "Well done" would be nice) this is just how I am, thankyou for everything you have/haven't done to/for me (respectively).
