Coming to Terms

A part of me wants to explore it and another part wants to cross that bridge when I get there. I think I am bi. I know I love girls. All types of girls. I just don’t know how I feel about guys. On the one hand, understanding that part of me will get rid of some baggage I might have. Having depression on top of questioning my sexuality seems like a pain in the ass. So if I just figure it out, no more questions. On the other hand, it’s not like I’m getting laid or going on dates either way. Nobody is looking at me, be it a guy or girl. So what does it matter when I ain’t getting some anyways. However, if later on down the road, I met a guy and the only thing stopping me is the fact that I haven’t fully accepted myself, then fuck. Like I said, cross that bridge when and IF i get there. Maybe it’s all bullshit and I’m just really horny all the time, so those feelings get misplaced. I don’t know. Whatever. The only reason I’m posting this here is because it’s a dumping ground for all of my other bullshit. Might as well add on to the pile.