I guess my story started back when I was ten, and I started to realise that I didn't really think most of the people in my class were "attractive" or whatever.
Shortly after, I discovered the LGBT community, and for a while I labeled myself as aromantic.
Then I discovered that it was just that I wasn't attracted to anyone in my class, and found my true romanticity: I'm panromantic!
The way I found out was really simple: I really like hugs.
Like, really like hugs.
It doesn't really matter who the hug was from.
Now onto my sexuality, seeming as that's probably what you care about, if you even clicked on this.
I'm pansexual, also!
It's nice, not having to deal with differing sexuality and romantic orientation.
I'm also genderfluid, and the way that I found that one out was simply reading a book which featured a genderfluid character and realising it fit me pretty accurately.
I understand this is boring, so I want to share a story.
This story begins at the beginning of May: the 8th, to be exact.
I had just found out my friend has a crush, which is great, because I can now tease them relentlessly.
The bad part was that they were my crush, and who would like me?
Anyway, so at the end of school that day, I am told that this person's crush is me.
I didn't believe it at first, but it turned out to be true, as I ended up asking them about it and they said I was, which is like "WHOA".
So I asked them out, and they said yes!
......and then they broke up with me.
Via text message.
Because apparently "people put a lot of pressure on me and I thought I might've liked you but I misthought it."
So now picture me, sitting crying, with ice cream (sadly it wasn't Ben and Jerry's), crying, watching The Fault In Our Stars, crying, having my friends comfort me via text, and did I mention crying?
Now, why do I bring this up?
There's a very good reason; don't fall in love, kids.
It just gets you hurt.
-Crimson.