Sometimes I wonder what all this shit is about. Why it bothers other people so much. Why my happiness seems to hurt people so much. My friend once said, "They make fun of my ness. My craziness, my happiness. People always make fun of my ness." I thought to myself, "Naw, babygirl. We are just so tickled by your existence, it makes us laugh. We just love you...really." I was too high to say it at the time...so I just sipped. But that's how I feel. Like other people are so unhappy in their tiny worlds they would rather hurt my world than focus on fixing their own. Laugh at me and my girl having a "ceremony" because they decided against our marriage. I wish I could do something about it. Maybe my continued gayness and happiness in that gayness will force someone to recognize I deserve everything I want and they have no right to stop me.
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