I have a perfect life out of my house. I have a perfect man and the perfect friends but when I get home, its a living h**. I want to die. My parents think I am perfect and they think I love school and that I am not thinking about guys. Truth is I had my first tongue kiss in 4th grade. They don't know that obviously. I am a great student, but my parents just want more. I can't handle it anymore. Should I tell about the side of me they don know about me.
stressed in New York