Jealousy is a bitch

I'm the girl who fell in love with her roommate. Currently attempting to start life over in an apartment with completely different people. Chronicles of all attempts at a less broken life with a newfound lesbian identity. Lots of rants and rambles. A clusterfuck of offensive content and FRIENDS gifs

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NaNoWriMo is here!!!!!

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It’s October, which mean: planning for November a.k.a NaNoWriMo!

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Camp life

So I took a picture with what the straight girls call a "hot guy" and now his friends are like "oh have you been screwing around with an American girl" (the "hot" guy is from England) And I just want to be like "No it's not the hot guy I want to screw around. It's definitely the British girls I want in bed with me" but I can't say that because I'm still in the closet and that would sound weird.

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Work life

I actually love my job. There, I have 2 best friends who came all the way from England. Every weekend we would hang out, grab something to eat and just talk about life. When we got our alternative day off from the typical Saturday, I asked one of the girls to come home with me and just hang out there. Currently, I have never been so happy in my life. Long story short, I'm finally over my roommate and I'm head over heals for this girl. The only thing is that she's 100% straight and not really about the marriage equality. She'll still cuddle with me and that just makes me feel incredible.

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Dear “Best Friend”

I have known you for all my years of my life, and it’s hard for me to say this, but you are  so fucking manipulative and the reason I have trust issues. 

      From the beginning, my mom was always frustrated at you, yet she liked all my other friends. I never understood why, until I realized that you would just isolate me from all my friends. It took me until marching band Junior year to see that you didn’t really have any other friends that you attached me and basically isolated me from making other friends, or even having a decent experience in marching band. It was miserable enough that I sucked at color guard, but the fact that I barely got to have fun made marching band even more like hell. 

Okay, but you’re just not manipulative, you love to put people down. You always tell people straight how it is, without even considering their feelings. In fifth grade, you always made fun of my hair, because I didn’t know any better to not brush curly hair. Sorry I’m not like the other asians with perfectly straight hair. You called me stupid many times in elementary school, you and our “Friend Group” who I was forced to hang out with because we were all Asian. I’m an Asian and I’m bad at math. I don’t play the piano, flute and violin like everyone else. I was the “stupid one” out of all the friends, and you made sure that was established many times. I couldn’t do anything about the miserable life I lived in the elementary years. 

Oh but it does not stop there. You don’t lie at all, but once again, some things are better kept to yourself. For example, you said I give into peer pressure way too easily, which is true, and you take advantage of that. You say that I give in to easily, if someone were to offer me a cigarette, I would take it. But as it turns out, when I’m not being manipulated by your shit, I can actually live my life on my own. When I went away to college, I was actually able to live life on my own. Oh and despite being around all that alcohol, I did not give in to the drinking and drugs. SO you were wrong on that part. 

I’m fucking tired of always having to say yes because I’m tangled in our 19 years of history. When you asked me to go to this show with you this summer, I did not really want to go, because I did not want to leave work, but you somehow managed to get me into going down to the city with you, spending a shit ton of money on a show that I don’t need to see. I don’t know why you insist on the fact that we Have to see a Broadway show this summer. I have my own life that I would like to live, and I’m not a huge Broadway geek that you would like me to be. I like summer, I like spending time out doors and just living life like it was supposed to be. 

Oh but the cherry on top of this little rant is when you betrayed my trust and outed me to the entire marching band, making people I wanted to be friends with hate me! As a joke, I made a twitter account poking fun at the music department of our school. It was a fun idea, and lots of people did the same thing. But when I accidentally tweeted one wrong thing, everyone got mad, and you usut fucking told everyone who it was. I was so fucking angry at you, but I couldn’t stay mad at you, because of the clusterfuck of shit we have been through. 

I am so fucking tired of being your slave. After today, I am done talking to you. I’m sick of giving into your peer pressure of the long ass history we have as friends. I really need to start my life over and live life on my own not being tied up in your shit. I know we have such great memories, and so many inside jokes, but I really want to just stop being manipulated, and taken advantage of. It hurts always having to forgive and forget something that ruined your senior year. Some say to let it go, but I forgave you for all the times you made fun of me, made fun of my friends, pushed me away from my friends, took advantage of little vulnerable me, and most of all, ruined my senior year. I want to live my life for me. 

[staynayo]

#ProudToLove || 1

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im doing it

today i’m telling my family im gay. wish me luck.

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Good Luck ❤️

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Work chronicles

So I’m at staff training for my job and we moved locations to the other side of the site, and my girls and I split up.

There were these two girls from England that I really liked, like really liked. They were kind of a reliever from my shitty spring semester, and I think I could become great friends with them. And they’re now in a different room and I’m just really upset that they’re gone.

The girls and I both agree that this side of camp is awful and that we would rather be back at the tents in the woods rather than the cabins with electricity and private bathrooms. It’s that bad when we prefer the tents over the cabins. I hate change. I hate being away from my foreign friends. They were girls I could actually see myself becoming best friends with and just cuddling, and falling asleep to mindless conversations.

I don’t like them in a lesbian way….yet, but they were just really great and awesome people to room with the first week of staff training.

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I'm slowly getting over my roommate. I've never been so happy to be somewhere that no one really knows about my past, and all the shit that I went through the past few months.

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It’s about time but can we just talk about how beautiful this looks? Also congrats to all of those who fought for this!

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The fact that Marriage Equality was passed today pushed me a little bit closer to coming out. One day I'll be happy.

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This honestly needs to be spread everywhere. A song about girls liking girls by an (ex?) Disney star, starring to other (ex?) Disney stars. Plus the unexpected but most enjoyable part in the video that showcases females standing up for themselves and fighting back is just ugh. Perfection.<3 Slay me Hayley. Slay me Stefanie. Slay me Kelsey.

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Everything was Fine Until It Wasn’t

The day we met we clicked.

You took a lot of anxiety away

from my first few days here.

It was easy, and comforting to know

there was someone always to text for little things

like dinner.

I introduced you to my friends

because I wanted to include you in all the fun.

Everything in my life was finally perfect

You and I both had our breakdowns,

but we always helped each other up.

You dealt with my shenanigans,

We ordered take out at midnight,

And watched movies on the weekends.

I felt like my life was where it was supposed to be.  

I had the time of my life first semester

I credited you for turning my life around.

Though you drove me crazy at times,

I truly enjoyed making you happy.

I let myself fall for you.

Because I thought you could never hurt me

I counted down the days until I’d see you again.

But after a while, things changed.

You found that you and my friend  had more in common.

She would always hang out with us.

It was fine, I guess.

I treasured the moments we had alone.

You were just friends.

We were all just friends.

I started feeling insecure

and pointed out flaws in you and her.

I started denying anything I felt for you.

I would say things I didn’t mean,

just to push away those burning feelings.

The worst part was she is perfect for you.

People thought you and her would be cute together.

And that is when I lost my shit.

Our mutual friend tested my limits.

“Do you like her?” She asked

“Absolutely not, that’s weird.”

I cared about our friendship more than anything.

I had to tell, it was killing me from the inside.

You seemed okay,

everyone seemed okay.

Nothing would change,

and everything would remain the same.

Except I didn’t want it that way.

Now that I told you, I thought we could

move forward.

But you said nothing would change.

You were okay with how I felt,

but nothing would change.

You still gravitated towards her

like she was the new source of your happiness.

We became separate,

and I attempted to brush things off.

I closed out everyone

because everything was weird,

for me at least.

Everyone knew my secret,

that I liked you, and everything was different.

Even though you said nothing would change.

But meaning that nothing would change

meant that you would still

laugh at the same things with her

go out to dinner with her

talk about deep thoughts with her

become closer with her.

I started not to like her.

She was one of my friends

but not anymore,

because she stole you.

I couldn’t room with her anymore.

I couldn’t room with any of our friends.

I broke off and ruined the plans I made.

My friend was mad at me,

even though she understood me last week.

“All you do is make excuses.”

Tension began because I loved you.

My supportive “Friends” became skeptical

and I became paranoid.

I thought they all hated me,

so I tried to explain myself,

which made things worse.

You didn’t know I would cry myself to sleep.

I turned to Self Harm

and relapsed back to depression.

It was impossible to get out of bed.

The cuts and scars took away the emotional pain.

They were the only thing I had control over.

We talked, but I still wasn’t over.

My friends distanced themselves.

They called me attention seeking.

You called me attention seeking.

They called me a two faced bitch

“sorry not sorry.”

Because I’m victimizing myself.

You hated me and you didn’t even tell me.

You let me believe everything was fine.

You brought my ex-friend to the room.

You knew how much she hated me,

yet you let her talk shit about me.

You told her how upset I was.

And she told you to call security

because I’m a “Loose cannon”

You hated me,

and I didn’t even know it.

I had to know why everyone acted so weird.

I only went through your phone for answers.

And then that’s when I saw it.

All the texts about me, and how you

and all my friends turned on me.

I just didn’t want you to hate me.

I attempted to apologize through a stupid letter

but obviously that was dumb.

Life was hell at this point.

Nothing was working out.

Everyone hated me,

life sucked for you.

What did we do to deserve this?

You took the sides of my friends

or people who were once my friends.

You let them tear me apart

and you joined them in the end.

You put me through hell

and I didn’t even tell you,

to avoid adding to your own hell,

because I still cared for you.

So how’s life now?

I’m sorry I put you through hell,

but what your friends did to me

honestly is just a taste of your own medicine.

I hope you live your happy life,

with your friends who I introduced you to.

So what’s the lesson here?

Sometimes in life, everything seems fine

Until it isn’t.

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This open roommate option is having me wonder if I should contact the satanic roommate who put me through hell (ex-roommate), but then I think, nah probably not a good idea.

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