I'm waiting for a very important piece of mail that has not come yet and is driving me to distraction, so that's why I'm anxiety-ridden.
This monday I was at a thing for church and a woman shared her testimony - which featured her being "saved from homosexuality" She is now "happily married" and has three children.
I came out to another friend, who I thought would understand. She wanted to pray for me to be rescued from temptation for 30 minutes.
I flirted with a guy today and enjoyed it. I wish my pheromones would make up their minds.
Part of me longs to return to the quasi-fundamentalism of my childhood, where there was no grey, just black and white. No thinking was involved, just following the rules.
And part of me is afraid of no longer being the little girl who always did what was expected.