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guy from high school who used to ask me how I knew i was gay all the time just got married to a girl

Like tell me it’s ok :( reassure me

Like yea I guess I wanna be told no worries, or like somebody to cushion me when I disappoint them, like cancel “plans”

Can’t people just throw me a bone like I throw them bones :(

Happy for the straight pride parade in nyc today

I just wish I had gay friends, more gay friends that are my gay friends, and not friends of friends, which seemed to be most of who I hang out with

And then the dark thoughts if I died, would the community care? Would they notice? Would I have an attraction in my honor? Would the queens come to my funeral?

I also wish I was close to him. I want to fuck him. I wanted to get to know him as a Plug maybe more but everyone is in morning.

The most fucked up thing about is I think about how his death affects me rather than the people close to him, and I hate that I feel for his friends, his family

And then somebody I knew died… and they were beloved by the community…even me..

I just truly feel empty with just myself

The ones that are I don’t even want to take them out because they pmo sometime (they straight) plus they are my brothers friends more..not mine

Other than that nobody. I’m not friends with people I’m heavily acquainted with them..but no friends…no “my group”

I don’t have a queer friend group, none of them are my friends except one and thankfully maybe one more…but that’s still in discussion in my mind

It’s just so crazy that the people who wanted me back then or the ones I’ve “wronged” eventually found their true somebody, their true friends. I don’t think I ever did. They saw me as better off but it was them who got the true prize in the end

She doesn’t care about any of the fucked up shit she said and if I still feel some at about it, or if I ever did, I’d be told to get over it or get over “myself” like god now I just fucking adapt, I feel bad for my father who by association, I’m not as close as I’d like to be

The worst part is one is way more wrong than the other, but she feels the most right (narcissist)

God knows these “mature adults” would never sit at a table and discuss their differences

It’s just in me to fucking live with it, and shape the relationship I want with these grown immature adult children

Like I want to be happy, I want to have a good relationship, but idk how to let go Of the baggage, idk how to move on when I’ve been done wrong and the perpetrators don’t believe they did any wrong either