Jul 6
sometimes when im caught between religion and sexuality in tug of war, I remember sitting on my bedroom floor, blade to my body. I remember thinking that dying would be holier than living. but through whatever desperate sparks of hope I had left, I decided that was wrong. and that whatever voice was telling me to die was wrong. and that I shouldn't listen to anything that voice offered because it was perverse and wholly wrong. I am far from peace, but these days God doesn't always feel like a bullet in my mouth