Lots of people have different stories on how they realized that they were bi. Mine is... different from most.

At a very young age, I knew I was attracted to both guys and girls. I didn't actually know that girl-on-girl love was a thing, so I just told myself "repress it and marry a dude and you'll be fine"

When I learned about homosexuality, I thought that I was gay/lesbian. But I still likes dudes sometimes... and I was pretty confused.

I buried these thoughts deep down, so that no one saw. My mom was very Christian and made homophobic remarks, so talking to her about it wasn't an option. I knew my dad wouldn't believe me, because he said things like "How can you know who you're into at such a young age? You guys think about what's for lunch tomorrow, not who you want to have sex with!"

Fifth grade was the first time I heard the term "bisexual." However, I thought that it meant you identify as both genders... so I didn't associate it with me.

Later in fifth grade, I learned the actual definition. And I realized that it applied to me, but I still said I was straight because I was in denial.

In sixth grade, I told my best friend that I was bi. At first she was a little shocked, but let's face it: who wouldn't be? However, immediate support followed. She's an amazing human being and I appreciate her so much.

I continued to repress my bisexuality and still say I was straight, until seventh grade.

I have no clue why, but it just hit me like a ton of bricks.

My thoughts were: SCREW IT. IM CRUSHING ON A GIRL AND I HAVE HAD GUY CRUSHES. IM BI AND THERE'S NOTHING I CAN DO ABOUT IT. NO MORE DENIIIAAAAALLLL!!!!

So that was that.

I came out to a few close friends, who have all been supportive and chill about it. It's freaking awesome.

This story sounds like I've written it before.... I might have already made a chapter like this but idk...