It literally doesn’t matter if bi and pan are the same thing because even if they somehow were, it’s okay for two words to mean the same thing. That and we haven’t scientifically proven that there isn’t a need for the word pan, if you catch my meaning.
And even if that need doesn’t exist they STILL mean two different things.
So really, cut it out with the “pansexual is unnecessary because nonbinary isn’t real and therefore it means the exact same thing as bisexual” bullshit.
Oh my god… I’m not overly excited about complete independence, but I think I can handle getting myself ready for staying in a hotel one night for a hockey tournament.
No, you know what? That’s a stupid punishment. Bench me at a detriment to the other players, fine, it’s not much of a punishment for me then, is it? If you want to have there be a consequence for skiing, make it something physical, or something. We don’t exactly have a full bench.
Daily reminder that you are not obligated to seek romantic love in your life. You are not broken, you don’t owe anybody anything. You, just like everybody else, are capable of living a happy, satisfying life without needing or wanting romance or romantic relationships. You do you. There’s no rulebook to romance, or lack thereof.
Obviously I want food if you’re stopping at a restaurant. You shouldn’t need to call me for that.
It’s so fucking bullshit. I fucking need my stuffed animals. Fucking lice are the worst. Why don’t I just cut all my hair off and call it that since I don’t fucking like it anyway.
I’m so fucking mad.
This is literally the worst fucking thing I’m so done
Ohhhh, that is really shit mate I’m so sorry. Ia there no way to get the lice out of your things?
Not quickly, and given the way things run in my house probably longer than the minimum time necessary
At least I have to wait until tomorrow to actually deal with it
The answer to that is no by the way since nobody talks to people who don’t speak and fuck up every time they do and are dramatic as shit whenever something doesn’t go their way so you know
So I’ve been jokingly wondering if my parents (dad specifically) know my sexuality because of the books I got for my birthday and I had a dream that my mom got me an ace t shirt and
Ya know my 8th grade self was right I’m gay
I don’t know why I thought I was pan when at the time I first decided that I had only had (real) crushes on girls
I just lied to my dad, I definitely do, in fact, have the person’s phone number that he wants, I’m just not comfortable giving it to him.
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