But you're not and I have to accept it. You made your choice awhile back but still it bothers you to hurt me. I know this and I can convince my brain to accept that you're not mine, but never my heart.
I mean, sexuality is fluid in the first place, but the mentality of kissing a girl when you're drunk and mostly straight is part of why bisexuality isn't as respected as it should be. I DON'T need alcohol!