Tuesday ▪ November Twenty-Fifth, 2011 ▪ 5:58 pm

Mood: Unsure

Sometimes I just want to run away where nobody knows me. I want to disappear into the night and go somewhere that nobody knows my name. I want to start over, new name, new identity.

Sometimes I just want to get away from here. Away from all these people. To a new place, ya know? A place that gives me the chance to be who I always wanted to be.

Tuesday ▪ November Twenty-First, 2011 ▪ 5:58 pm

Mood: Unsure

I feel weird around gay and straight people sometimes. Like to so many of them, I’m not recognised as being attracted to everyone. I feel as though I’m thought of as straight by all the gay people and gay by all the straight people.

To escape this I go into periods where I’ll selectively talk about men around straight people and women around gay people, never the both together, never truly expressing my sexuality.