It took me years of denial, conflict and self loathing. It wasn't until I was 20 that I accepted I "may be 20% bi..." (oh man... so wrong lmao) and then when I was 22 I was driving home from the mall and listening to "Make it Stop (Septembers Children)" by Rise Against and it snapped in me. Suddenly then it all made sense. I was tired of beating myself down. Tired of lying and hiding. Fighting something so beautiful that just wants to be loved. That night I came out on my tumblr account. A week later one of my best friends was visiting from out of town so I took her out to dinner and came out. It was such an experience (as her and I had come close to romance a few times and I always backed out). It was a few months before the next person (in my real life) knew. It just got easier and easier. Every person in my life was so accepting and supportive and either was happy for me or was shocked but honestly didn't give a shit. It got weird when I came out to family (being their only male son and fairly conservative) but it has all be an easy ride. I still trip up with new people discovering my sexuality mostly because I want to avoid conflict or questions, and most of my family doesn't know. Though at this point most all speculate (as I haven't had a girlfriend since I was 14... lol). I hope my story lends some comfort to the semblance that it does get better. Before anything though, you have to love yourself.