Sitting at my computer with my xanga back now, while I still have full control over allangel_angiela’s xanga; staring at the screen blankly, unsure of what it is I’d like to write about. It sure feels good to be in control.
Raking my hands through my hair, I decided that a quick lather would be nice. The mirror in the bathroom fogged up from the moisture in the hot water, and I stood hunched over the sink staring into my reflection in the mirror. < ?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = “urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office” />
I think I’ve changed. I feel different. I think differently. I’ve really been thinking about something; everything; yes, something. I think I have decided…
I like men.
I know people usually kid around about this, but I’d like people to take me seriously. I hope everyone accepts me for who I am.
I feel accusing eyes burning into the back of my head. Grabbing the mouse, I slowly move the pointer over to the submit button. I’m out.