In The Broom Closet

This blog post is going to be a little whiny.
The thing I hate the most about being in the Broom Closet, is that I know my parents will never accept me. And it would almost be easier if I were gay...almost. What I fear about telling them, is that once I do, I'll never see them again. I'll only tell them once I've reached a point in my life where I'm willing to make the choice between them and me.
Will I be able to finally do something that I need to do for myself, or will the love I have for my family win me over yet again?
I want to be happy, and I might stay in touch with my siblings because they don't really care what I do; my parents might not want them to talk to me, for fear of corruption, or something.
I want to be with people who believe what I believe, I want someone to love me, as well as The Goddess. It hurts to be so alone like this; surrounded by the hate and fear that Christianity brings.
Soon I will be free.