[bitesize]

I don't know why I should even feel as low as I do, because I mean...I knew telling you was never going to leave me feeling good. I wasn't expecting it to, so why am I disappointed?¿ And I feel kind of crap now.
I try to let you into my life, you know. I know I don't do a very good job of it, but every so often the jealousy I feel for my friends because they have good relationships with their parents takes over, and I try to share something with you, be it some gossip about my friends, or a good grade I got in an essay. But that's as much as I can say before talking to you starts to feel all...wrong.
It makes me feel really sad sometimes. I really wish I could get on with you guys. I really wish I could talk to you and have a good relationship with you and be myself around you. But part of me tenses up whenever I know either of you are around and I can't feel properly happy unless you're not really there. And you don't know me at all. Not like everyone else knows me. I can be more myself around my boyfriend's parents than I can my own. How bad is that?¿ You don't know all the little things that make me me.
There was a reason that you were the last to find out about my sexuality. My friend's parents and my boyfriend's parents know, I think even some of my teachers know, everyone knows, except my own fucking family. And I kind of wish I'd never told you now, but the not-telling you was just annoying me after so long. I've been out since June, for God's sake. And your reaction has just left me feeling down. You didn't need to get so fucking worried about it, either. Or imply that I was sleeping around.

I really don't like you sometimes. I really don't like living here.