My Lesbian Exeption

 I was all clear. Keep the place clean, relax. But just like always “boom” another bomb out of no where.

Confusen. I cant relax. My skin feel itchy and oily no matter how many times I wash it. Discomfort in the air. i ask myself so many questions. School thinks it does most of the questioning but little do they know they are not even a match. Why am I so confused? Another question. Since school claims to know everything maybe they can answer this one. It’s the kind of comfusen that you don’t even know what you are confused about, that amount of unknown makes your head ho spinning.  What do I feel like doing? Where? WHO ? what ? when? Why? Are does even the right questions? And where the hell is my phone? All valid questions. But how will they be answered coz I sure as hell aint the source for that. Maybe there is a part in me deep inside that  I don’t know yet. In the core of who I am, deep under the mask that know the answer, who I have not meet yet. But I intend on meeting her and asking her myself. If anyone would know its her. And maybe Aslan. If id ever become religious id be for him, he is like my lesbian exeption

My favorite lion of all time

~ art by George DeStenfano