Disaster Zone

What am I? Who am I? I have no idea. No, actually, I know. I’m a walking, talking, disaster zone. According to my friend (codename GG) I can’t see human emotion. According to me, I’m bisexual. According to GG, I’m not. I am. She just can’t see. I can be bi. Let me be me! At least my other friends I have told accept me. I love them for that, but can they save me? Please let them save me. My parents love me, and I can’t ruin their lives by dropping the bombshell. I write fanfiction in secret, but even that provides no solace. I can’t find love anywhere, but I find peace in reading my favorite books. I’m just waiting to die.