I'm not really the religious type but what I do believe in is karma. I wasn't going to update this till the end of the month till I learned something. The first person to call me the f-slur finally got hit by karma when his back got hurt from lifting a weight incorrectly.
The day started like normal and i got to school around 10 minutes later than usual but I was still at school on time. My first period of the day was PE and that means being stuck with the fuckboys. As my group were finishing up I heard my coach talking.
As per usual he makes a joke about someone being injured and what I saw was Glen looking hurt siting on a bench. Apparently he tried to lift a weight that was too heavy for him. He also heard something pop in his back.
I get that it could be considered mean to be thankful that someone got hurt but him and his friends have been such thorns in my side. Although I still thanked Lady Gaga, Arianna Grande, and Karma for finally punishing the homophobes.
When he hobbled into 2nd period like a old grandpa I was smiling so much. The PE coach came in with him to tell our teacher how he got hurt. He ended up sitting in the back so he could get more back support. Later he left class, probably to go to a doctor.
January has been mostly mundane so far as there's truly not a lot going on. The only thing that was worth talking about was Glen getting hurt. Other than that there's nothing important except for a midterm that I passed.
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Growing Up Gay
No FicciónThis is basically my journal, so listen to all the bullshit I've been though and how I've dealt with it. From bad parents to homophobes at school. I've gone through a lot so come and see my journey through high school. ⚠️Trigger warning ⚠️ language...
