Just a quickie.

So yesterday my father pulls me aside to talk to me about my homosexuality. Again. He said, "Do you have any plans on changing?" And at first I wanted to either keep silent or give him some hope that I would so that he'll feel better about himself. But I guess I was in a pissy mood so I just flat out said, "No. I don't think so." So he's pestering me about making the family sad and whatever and I'm just thinking to myself, yeah, I guess the family is sad. Nevermind I had lunch with my mother the other day or talking to my brothers. The only person who hasn't really talked to me is you.

So, he pulls the guns and says, "What made you this way? C'mon, tell me." and I just sat there reading a catalogue for bathroom cabinets in spanish because I finished the english version already.

I'm past the point of really caring. I'm just like, you know, whatever he wants to say or think. I am what I am. I can go see a ton of therapist but thy're not going to help or change me. Well, they're going to help but not in the way he wants them to help me.

And then again, not in the way I want them to help me either. But that's a different subject.