Hey. Before I write I just wanted to give my thanks to the few who stood around and actually stayed in my life. I mean that also includes the dead ones, but we aren't going to bring that up until later. I didn't actually have a rough life in my opinion but the people who were there told me otherwise. So thank you for pointing out that my trauma is a vault I need to unlock on my own. This story will have strong context of things ive went through including child molestation, suicide, and gore details.
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HumorBeing in a constant state of judgement by people you trust sucks. Being a gay person who knows what they want is so rare, and yet finding others like that is just as rare if not more. I'm not sure if this is my auto biography, but its a story i feel...
