i think one reason why i’m never comfortable around people, and always so guarded is because i am yet to accept who i am entirely; no reservation, no vague language, pure and authentic (and bisexual) me. But the the scary thing is that i feel like i’ll never be able to that due to cultural practices that has been heavily integrated in my life. i can’t do something so secular as being gay as it will bring i guess shame to my family’s name and considering i came from a very religious country and family with people looking up to the idea of me, be me in all honesty is a social suicide. i hope this mental manacles that has imprisoned the real me will find liberty to be herself and enjoy the beauty of lightweight living, but as of now i guess, i’m just another meat in the factory
