I can’t help but feel bad. I feel like I’m a disappointment to my parents. I know exactly how they feel about homosexuality, but I can’t change myself. I feel like I’m two-faced. I’ve lied to them about it too. I go to church with them, and pray to a god that I’ve been told hates gays. I feel like if they ever found out, they would hate me, and never forgive me. I hate not being able to just be with her. I should be able to hold her hand and not be looked down on. I shouldn’t have to fear my family.