Dear journal,
As I walk ahead through the path I'm going, my feet seem to know where to lead me... I know where it leads ultimately. I can feel it.
My mind doesn't know what to think any longer as anger fills me from the bastard Hugo, To that stupid kid who can't do anything right and that princess who thinks she knows best.
I hate all this damned shit I've been forced to put up with.
And I'm done.
I'm not afraid to die..
I don't care either what'll become of me when it's clear I've got nothing left.
I'm ready for it.
And I know it's waiting for me...
YOU ARE READING
50 Reasons Why I'm Not Gay
FanficDear journal, You're probably wondering why I'm keeping and making you, pouring my personal life into something that could be easily read instead of containing it in my brain where it should be. Well, I need help, and you're that help. I need to pr...
