I take the test and wait, looking at it when done. I get the results before being shocked, glancing down at my stomach before smiling lightly and walking out.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
All I know, is that admitting that I'm bi was the only time I ever felt like I was truly myself and it really freed me from the eternal depression/prison I felt like I was trapped in.. and figuring that out really explained why I found emo girls so unbelievably alluring. — Junebug
