[Image: A little girl sitting in a corner of a grey house. Everything is dull. Everything is grey.
Text: I feel bad because I’m not really out. I mean I’m out to some people but I always say “husband”, “boyfriend” and things like that. I can’t ever say when I find a girl attractive; even to the people I’m out to. I just can’t. I’m not really out. I’m not even out to myself really. Or I am. But I’m not.
Meanwhile, my crush bears the worst of people because of how open she is about her sexuality.
I’m just such a goddamned liar and I hate myself.]