BaileyisDarcy

From a young age I have had pretty good instincts for who is a good person and who isn't. I've learned that when I feel uncomfortable around a friends parents for some inexplicable reason, to trust that and stay away from them. I am often proved right when that friend starts to tell me about...

'Yeah, so hey. Thanks for letting me clean your apartment.' 'No worries.' What? No thank you? Are you saying I enjoyed finding that used pad? There are people in the world who you just need to stop helping. They want the help, they need the help, but it hurts to help them. Why? Because although...

I know there a lot of things being said about this issue. And that it's an issue that's been around for a while. But it's going to stay for a lot longer if nothing is done and minds aren't changed. First off, I'm gay. I grew up not even knowing what gay was other than happy. I grew up knowing...

Everytime I look up my own country, I come up with results for the top ten deadly animals, all being in Australia. I come up with ignorant people from the Northern hemisphere stating that I live in a dry, hot, bogon country where everyone drinks, swears and dies from snake bite or crocodile...

Or everything I remember thinking or realising as I grew older. Not very useful to anyone. But I like it, and maybe somebody will find something in here that will be useful to them. Some of these do need a bit of backround, so to sum it up, I grew up going from Mums house to dads house depending...

I can't remember the last time somebody told me they loved me and meant it. I can't remember the last time I felt safe in my own house. I hate the weekends because there's no school and I know she'll be home. Waiting. Watching. She knows everything that goes on and makes it my fault when it's...

I may not own this house. It may not be my place to say if you can stay the night. But here's the thing. That room? That is MY room. That is the place that I sleep. That is where I go when Im pissed off at people and when i need to feel safe. That is where I keep my crap, and where I can without...

The house is clean(ish) I am full(ish) The dogs bowl is full(ish) I am working for my money(ish) I am awake(ish) I have my caffeine(ish) I have my money sorted(ish) I am doing okay on my own(ish) I have control over my emotions... --not even going to bother with an (ish) that one's a down right...

You know all those guys being butt hurt over being placed in 'the friend zone'? You know, the place guys apparently go when the chick they want only considers them a friend and nothing else? Pff. Cause that's a thing. In in my opinion the friend zone does not exist. What does exist, is guys...

This is of no consequence to anyone else and you can ignore this if you wish. It's just hard to delete something I've written and trick my mind into thinking I've posted it. Everyone's talking at me. Acting like they know me, understand me. Pretending they know what's going inside my head but...

Before I say anything, let me say that I am a supporter of trans* people, I have three or four friends who identify as either ftm or genderless. I don't understand it, I probably never will, but if they want to be called 'Marcus' or 'Julian' instead of 'Holly' or 'Sarah' then I will call them...