Nothing will hurt me more than the day my grandma told me "vote republican or don't come home". Then jokingly followed with "I know you will". And it makes me wonder if my family even knows me. I'll always fear the day I will break her heart, but I don't think I can do it much longer. I want to come out to my family but I just have so much fear of losing them. And I know I will, in some sort of way or get some kind of religious ass chewing. I fear losing them but I also fear them losing me. Losing me for who I really am and replaced with thoughts of "she's confused right now" or "she needs to get her life together".
I'm still here.
I never have and never will change.
Inside the mind of a bi-polar artist who just needs somewhere to get things out of her head.
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