The Grass is Always Greener

So, how many of you have had someone tell you "The grass is always greener" or something that makes you think "oh maybe if I go over there it will be better than it is here" and then you go over there and the grass isn't greener, in fact there isn't even any grass, its all rocks, and rubble, and shattered glass and you try to make it work but it doesn't and you decide to go back to where you were before. But by that time they've bricked off your path back to where you were and you're stuck there among the rocks and discarded trash, and you just wish your could break down and cry, or give up, but you know you mustn't and that if you gather enough rocks you can build steps and get over that brick wall. I'm sure we have all been there at least once, and if you haven't.. well , you probably will eventually. I'm not one to rant on and on about how life sucks and nothings ever fair, but this is one of those rare days where I just want to go on and on and on and on and on and on until your eyes drop out of your heads and roll away from too much reading. Ive been listening to people complaining about one thing of another for days, and Ive had people something to me asking me what they should say to people to "come out of the closet". Look, I'm Bisexual, I admit it, I'm proud of it, and I don't care what anyone says, "I was born this way baby", But my parents are the kind of people that embrace people like me, my moms best friend, (and the most amazing man I know) Is Homosexual, I never had any problem with being "in the closet" I came out of the "Closet" in seventh grade, and I'm about to come out again, since I'm in a new school, the way I did it in 7th grade was simple, I asked out a girl I had a crush on, and she accepted, this year on the other hand, during the last week of school, since my school is much larger (its a high school) I'm going to wait till my lunch period (1st lunch (so that gives it plenty of time to get out before the end of the day)) and I'm going to get up on my chair along with another friend of mine, scream "I'm Bisexual and proud" at the top of my lungs (if I can find the top.. being a singer and all) and then sit down and look about as if nothing had ever happened. I'm not afraid to be who I am, I'm proud of it, and those that cant accept me don't deserve me. I'm Five foot Four, I weight nearly 190 Lbs. I wear a size Nine Shoe, My Hazel eyes turn the oddest colors, I'm so pale I have to wear sunscreen all the time, even in the winter or I blister. I keep my black hair cut about an inch short, except my bangs which are cut to cover one eye, I am Bisexual, I'm Wiccan, And when it comes to my friends, I'm not afraid to shove my foot down someones throat to protect them. And I'm proud of it. LIFE IS HARD, but I promise each and every one of you, IT GETS BETTER.