Thanks guys for the responses. I know it just seems like "sexual preference" to you, but it is a big deal and a lot of people see it as such. I know coming out of the closet is a big and emotional step, and it changes everything. You'd have to know first hand to know what it's like especially if you've been keeping it inside well into adolescence and even adulthood. I will always envy those guys who seem to be "born" gay, completely secure with who they are. I'm not like that, and I've never been secure with anything about myself, least of all my sexuality.
My father left when I was young, and my mother was never close by (she gave me away to my grandparents). When she remarried, she took me back, and I expected to be part of the family I'd always hoped for...he abused me, typical stepdad scenario. My mother didn't do a thing. It seemed day in and day out that he would tell me I was worthless and a nuisance, and I believed him. Finding out my sexuality was not helpful, and it only made my self loathing worse. Finally I couldn't take it anymore and I left, went back to my grandparents, who were never anything more than cold and uncaring. Basically that's how life went. The scars remained and I could never let anyone too close. My own mother didn't care about me...why should anyone else?
That's really what I mean by baggage. I feel like broken goods, impossible to love. All my life I felt like an outcast. I didn't belong in my family, and I didn't belong anywhere else. I feel like there's really something wrong with me, how I can't seem to relate to anyone, that life was just some blur and I couldn't make sense of anything. I don't feel good about myself, and everyone sure tried there darndest to make sure I always felt that way. Why would I come out now? Its not like I'm gonna start clubbing and pick out boys like I'm the life of the party. I've never been that person, and I guess I never will. I know I'm extremely depressed, and I have been for the longest time. Loneliness has become so natural that I don't know what it's like to be without it anymore. I can't imagine a relationship, let alone with another man, to last. Who's going to want to put up with all this? I'll just be a burden. Always saying sorry.
I'm 19 to whoever was asking. I'm sorry if I sound too dramatic, or overemotional, but that's just how I feel, how I've always felt. I've never opened up like that to another human being, just bear that in mind. Maybe if I wasn't gay it would be easier, but I guess it would always be a maybe.