On my freshman year of high school I was beginning to understand the feeling that I had been hiding my whole life… That I like both males and females. I confided in my older sister one night before bed and she quickly shut me down. Due to this I hid who I was until my junior year when I started dating a female in secret. My family found out and coming from a Christian family it quickly went down the toilet. My parents were disgusted and refused to believe that I was a bisexual which led to a state of depression.
When I started watching the 100 I was very intrigued and I enjoyed it. When season 2 rolled around and the lead was a bisexual female badass I didn’t feel so alone. I got really pulled into three show to where I read articles and stayed with the trends and topics. After I found out ADC was going to be in s3 I was absolutely ecstatic to see here it went. When 307 rolled around I was happy knowing something was gonna happen.
I was on such a high from the whole clexa scene and then was completely crushed when it ended. I felt like my whole life came crashing down having lost a character that meant do much to me and helped me remove myself from a depressive state. Seeing that be ripped away right after feeling some form of joy made it even worse. Some people just don’t understand why the death hurt so much it is because that character pulled a lot of us out of a to place. I still have not received my families approval and I doubt I ever will.