I'd gotten a ride home later by one of my friends when she asks me what I thought of bisexuals. I felt so relieved about this and wanted to completely spill my guts. I only mentioned how I'm had sex with men and women and the results have been the same, that at this point it wouldn't matter who I was with because they never last anyway, that I hadn't been with anyone for 3 years and that everyone looks good; I never mentioned my recent sexual encounter. She shared with me her history of being married for 7 years then abandoned by her husband. By the time we got to my place, she said she never would've believed my story, but she didn't say exactly what. When I got inside and in my room, I felt tears in my eyes but not enough to cry and feel purged. More frustration!

I had a picture of him and ripped it up today.

I'm so distracted about him and my identity it's annoying. The fact that I haven't told many people or only told one person is also causing me to want to burst. Several people flit through my head as to who I'd want to bitch and moan to and feel relieved. I also feel stupid about this. Bleech!

He's out of town and I haven't heard from him.

I don't want to worry about what he things and feels about me.