Looking through my Facebook feed, I get this weird ugly feeling. I read what my family posts and they literally know nothing. But the second they do, I'm pretty sure I wont be calling them my family.. I hate how this is such a big deal. Because it's not. Yea two people loving each other is a big deal and I wish that's how it was, but the big deal is that we're two girls. It honestly just pisses me off that I fight with my mom about it all the time because she's a judgmental 'Catholic.' If my family doesn't accept me for who I am, then clearly they aren't my family and I'm just a horrible person for thinking that, according to my mom. Literally been in love in Mackenzie has made me the happiest I have never been and I'm not going stop because my family doesn't agree.. It's not their life, it's mine.