My girlfriend and I are over. Two years down the drain. She made me believe in the beginning that she knew and accepted who I was. Made me feel like I didn't need to put up the front I had to my whole life so that I wouldn't be called a freak or serial killer. I grew up as a "lipstick" lesbian, I like dressing girly, not necessiarily acting girly. I'm a nympho, and I get turned on by blood and gore movies. I'm a sado-massocistic lover, pain gets me off. I thought thats what we had in common in the beginning, she was the only one I could let my gaurd down around and not feel like I was being judged. Now, two years later, she tells me she just went along with it because she thought I'd grow out of it. She told me I could just be who I really was. And I did, but now I find out thats not who she wants. She was just waiting for me to change. Screw this. I'm starting to think I might as well just spend the rest of my life alone, like no one will want who I really am. I'm done fronting, I'm gonna be me, alone.