is there anyone out there who actually likes freckles?

I LOVE THEM

Watching glee with my sister..

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Sister… Aww Rachel and Finn are my fave couple!

*Santana and Brittany come on screen*

Me… They’re my fave *turn tv up*

Sister… Huh? Why? Are they even a couple?

Me… Shhhh they’re talking!!! *gaze at the tv with loving eyes*

*Scene ends*

Me… *Turn tv down, go back to typing on laptop*

Sister… You’re fucking weird!

OMG do you live with my sister?! Same happens to me.

CAN’T WAIT to

Go to the US! The bad thing is that I don’t know if it’s west or east coast :( but it’s ok, I’m just looking for a nice state where I can join a Roller Derby team and where LGBT community is strong. So, we’ll see.

Can’t wait!

What do see when you look at the mirror? That’s what I ask myself every time I do it. I don’t actually enjoy looking myself at the mirror. I’m a girl, I know, I should be like my sister, she loves it, but not me. I always thought it was because I’m weirder than her, but then I realised it’s because I don’t like what I see. My hair is weird, my eyes are darker than my sister’s, I have freckles and white skin. Not so white, but just not the right colour. Not like her.

Then again, I ask myself the same question. Then again, what do I see when I look inside me? A big lie. I prefer to live a lie than living a real and hurting truth.

I’m Grè. This will be my not-so-personal diary.

The funny thing about all this… I had to make this here because my boyfriend is a geek and a bit stalker, he enjoys reading all I write or post, but he doesn’t know I used to date girls and that I’m still living in two worlds.

Did I say I’m a virgin too? Yeah, well, that make things better, isn’t it? V I R G I N with capital V.

I LOVE GAGA but

But nothing wrong, to be honest. I would love to have her confidence, the power of being who she really wanna be withouth caring what others say, but I can’t. I wish I could, but it’s impossible . You’ll see, I listen and read all those kind messages people send through Facebook, Twitter or Tumblr saying “hey, you, the one who’s reading this, you’re beautiful”, “don’t listen to them, you’re amazing just the way you are” or “don’t let anybody break you down”. Those aren’t written to me, I know that! It’s nice to read them around the internet, but stills, doesn’t mean it has to be for me. I can listen to Christina Aguilera’s Beautiful and still feel ugly, I can listen to Gaga’s Born this way and still feel like I can’t be mean because first of all, my mum never told me to be a star, she’s more like “be the one people wants you to be”.

I guess someday I will learn how to love myself, because that’s what it takes to start loving the rest.

I do feel fat, I hate how my body looks, I have a tattoo I can’t show because my family hates them, I feel ugly because I don’t look like my sister and she’s always reminding me that if I don’t get dressed like her, my life will still be the same, I feel like my life is nothing compared to… everybody else’s. I don’t have real friends and my boyfriend doesn’t know how I feel. I’m hard of hearing and I have two crappy jobs. I have just one dream and I can’t make it happen. My parents are divorced and my dad is a jerk. I’m still in the closet,I’m bisexual, my best friend doesn’t understand what I’m going through and I can’t even have a good tumblr without been a weirdo.

I’ll be somebody one day, I’m just praying for that day to come soon or… I don’t know what’s next.

FACT: Feminine lesbians can date other feminine lesbians

Reblog if your parents/friends don’t understand your love for Glee.