Blargh blargh blargh...

-Sighs-
This is really becoming my only source of relief now. I let everything out in these journals. I don't keep diaries anymore. They get read. (By my 'dad'..)
I feel like I can tell this journal thingy everything that I can't tell the people that are closest to me. They can read them, sure. But I can't tell them myself... Weird much?
Sometimes I just feel like everything I do is pointless. Nothing I do is good enough for my family. I hate it. Sometimes I just hate my home life. It really sucks most of the time.
The only reason I'm even slightly happy is because I have the most amazing boyfriend I could ever wish for. He means the world to me and I love him. And it's not even that everyday 'love'... It really is love...
I just wish that I could do something that my family accepts. My dad is really homophobic so I find it incredibly hard to talk to him these days. He believes that me and boyfriend aren't 'bi'.. Just trying to be 'cool'. Urgh. I wish he would understand!
Does anyone else know what I mean? Because I'm feeling so shit, like I'm just alone in the world. Even with Ben by my side, I feel like I'm alone.