There is an elephant in my room

There is an elephant in my room. A big, smelly elephant leaving droppings all over the place, but I dont want to see it.

I would rather talk about my rather bizzare attempt to become president of my student council in high school, or something, rather than face the elephant.

But if I want to be whole, if I even want to be close to being whole, I have to deal with the elephant.

So I'm taking a big breath, and letting the truth out.

I .... like guys.

I am attracted to guys as well as girls.

There. That wasnt so bad, was it?

So why do I feel like crying ?