I grew up in a home that didn't accept me being gay and went to college in a small, rural town that was also not particularly accepting. I've always just wanted to be around other people who'd accept me.
I finally moved out to a large city almost a year ago for grad school, and I promised myself that this year, I'd finally go to a pride parade for the first time. And when I did, I'd go with the friends I'd made.
Well, one year later, I haven't made any friends. Pride was today. I didn't go.
I feel lonely most of the time, but I don't remember the last time I felt as lonely as I do today.
I don't understand why, but I'm just not who I used to be anymore. I used to be so much more confident and happy. That version of me has been gone for years now and I don't think he's ever coming back.
I finally moved out to a large city almost a year ago for grad school, and I promised myself that this year, I'd finally go to a pride parade for the first time. And when I did, I'd go with the friends I'd made.
Well, one year later, I haven't made any friends. Pride was today. I didn't go.
I feel lonely most of the time, but I don't remember the last time I felt as lonely as I do today.
I don't understand why, but I'm just not who I used to be anymore. I used to be so much more confident and happy. That version of me has been gone for years now and I don't think he's ever coming back.
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