confused. (possible trigger)
I've never told anyone about what happened to me. I wonder if it even matters anymore. It was years ago but when I sleep the nightmares make it feel like it just happened. I know I can't change it and he's dead now anyay, so I really don't have anything to be afraid of. But now somedays all I can do is think about it and it confuses the hell out of me. These days it's been making me wonder more and more about myself. I know my dad would hate it, and I have no idea how my sister would take it but I think I might be gay.