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I'm pretty new to tumblr but I've been really confused.

I have known for a while now that I'm bi and I really want to come out to my friends cause they're really nice but few days ago I asked them if they support lgbtq and most of them were like 'yea sure' but few were like 'not really'. They are really sweet friends and caring too but I'm so afraid they won't take it well cause I really don't want to lose them. I also live in the same society as them so if word gets out, it might reach my parents. And my mom is supportive (tho i havent told yet) but I don't know about my dad. I planned on coming out when I go to college but since few months I've been thinking of atleast coming out to my mom (she'll definitely accept me). This is honestly really conflicting for me. I'm really scared about losing friends though.

Btw your writing is sooo good. I absolutely love the stories u write. Especially jegulusss.

ps. Pls give me a anon name tooo

Hi hon!

I guess my question is....you say these friends are nice and sweet, but ARE they if they don't accept a whole group of people who aren't hurting anyone? To me, those aren't the friends to have.

I agree that it might not be safe to come out to them (your mom sounds safe though!) but if these aren't safe people....then they aren't safe people. Period.

Also, I'm so sorry that your friends are like this <3 it's a horrible feeling.

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You walk up the cracked and crumbling steps leading to a doorway at the top. It doesn't have a door; it looks like it hasn't had one for a long time.

Next to the door is a sign: "a lot of things makes me Cry," it reads. Tentatively, you step inside.

It smells like ink and tears, and your body feels unnaturally cold. Contrary to what you expected, this doesn't look like a run-down apartment. It's just a black void, with someone sitting in the middle of it.

They are wearing a vest by the sleevehole.

You step into (onto, as well) the void and it sounds like stepping into a shallow pool of water; it alerts them of your presence. They turn and look at you.

You're scared. You're fiddling with your overalls and straw hat. Temporarily, you forget how to speak, but eventually you do.

"Ma'am... Er, actually... No, doesn't matter. I have a question for you."

Their face remains still except for their eyebrows, which raise, signalling you to continue.

"W-What's... What's n... Nhgaf?"

My mouth opens, revealing yet another void, and I say, voice laced with distortion and static,