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Ok, so this is a story. No duh. I am gay. I am gayer than (insert favorite gay ship here.) making out on a rainbow. So I liked this guy, let's call him Kyle. He told me he was gay, and I asked him out. I accepted, and we dated for a while.then we broke up. I cried, and ignored him. Then he asked me out again, and I accepted. this happened for a while, and then we stayed for longer. Then, just recently, he broke up with me. By text! Can you believe it? I can.

While this was happening, I was questioning my gender. I could not figure out what I was. I thought I was maybe genderfluid but could not figure it out. So I decided to just be a boy for now.

Then I put a bit more thought into my gay. Am I gay? Am I bi? Am I a frying pan? And so I am just kinda strait as a circlular rainbow right now.

As of coming out to my fam, I don't know. I still have no clue where they stand for gay. I think I am gay, but I am lonely. I has no friends. It is not cause I'm gay, it's cause I'm a nerd.

Okay, I'm rambling. To sum this up, I am basically a gay rainbow hiding in a small closet. I think I shall come out of said closet after I finish college, get a steady job, an apartment, and the ability to support myself. Until next time, five people who are reading this.