We Weren't That Different, Yet You Left by Ella . (new books to read txt) 📖

 LGBT

This book contains a Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, and Transgender story.

If you feel uncomfortable reading a book that has a LGBT story plot, please put it down.

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*Novel*

~Ella

First of all, I thought we were fine. But, it seemed like it wasn't worth it; at least, that's what she'd say sometimes. She cared about reputation, image, and fitting into the Society Puzzle. I liked her a lot. I felt like she was the one for me. The one that'd complete everything. But, I was wrong. I thought it was my fault, but I'd figured it out. She wanted to fit in, and she left me. We weren't that different. So, yeah. She left me. I'm not mad, we're still friends, but I REALLY liked her. We went out for a 5 weeks, then suddenly, "I can't." What'd I do? Now I hang out with one friend, and that's it. Isolating myself from everything except for my other friend that helped me meet her, and was ALWAYS there. When I met Jaye, the girl that I liked a lot then suddenly broke up with me, I was spazzing, and everything! Also, my friend, she made me ask her out, and I had the whole thing planned. and, it worked. We went out for 5 weeks. It ended. I was broken. I was cutting myself from everything. No people, except for that one friend, covering my face from people, refusing to go to places, I was totally broken. I deleted my social media things like her, and only texted my other friends once a week. Was it really my fault? 

I know what I did was wrong. I broke up with her. I mean, I felt guilty for a few days, but I kinda feel better now. I know that's a bit mean, but still. I know I only told my two friends and her friend that I'm bi, but now I know I'm actually straight...I wasn't ready...but I made her broken.We're still friends, but she'd only wave, a tiny, tiny smile, and then she'd walk away with her friend. I can guess they're really close. Sometimes I overhear them talking about music, themselves, and close little secrets. But, really? Was it my fault? Was it really?

That was it. I'd almost had enough, but my friend was the one who stablized me. I had some thoughts, and when I expressed them to my friend, she'd listen so carefully, she'd know exactly what to say, and what my other thoughts were. We met when she complimented my band shirt, we found out we liked the exact same things. One time, I thought she was annoying, then after thinking about it on the weekends, I started being clingy to her, but she didn't seem to mind. But Jaye, even saying her name, it makes my heart hurt. I've liked her ever since I looked at her.

I don't really think it's my fault. Sure, I wronged myself and my orientation, but really. I didn't understand myself. I had to sit in the office everyday so the guidance counselor would help me. But, then I helped myself, and then I was fine. Ally on the other hand, was having a close friend help her, instead of going to a counselor that would contact your parents about stuff, and try stupid things they learned from the internet.

I even have a friend like that, but we only talk about our other friends, which may be stupid, but so what.

But, anyway, I still don't think it's my fault, whether I think about it or not.

Publication Date: 02-22-2015

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