Floating is getting harder

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by TravisPhelps_SF

by TravisPhelps_SF

POV: Travis Phelps

Warnings: F slur, self harm, mentions of abuse, thoughts of suicide

I woke up early today to avoid father. I ended up waking him up so he beat me. Last time I'm gonna do that, I suppose. My arm really hurts. I really wish I wasn't such a fucking wuss. I would have killed myself ages ago if I weren't such a wuss. I'm such a faggot. I'm an embarrassment. When is it my turn to die? When will I not be such a pussy? Fucking he- "Ah!" I hear someone yell. I think I bumped into them. Who the hell did I bump into?

I look down to see.. SAL FISHER? Ah god dammit! I hate him. I'm already having a shit day! "Sorry, Travis." He says. The hell is he sorry for? "Move out of my way, fag." I say as I push past him. I mean, yeah.. I feel bad.. But father says gays don't deserve kindness.

Sal says something but I don't listen. Maybe one day we can make up and be friends? I really do feel bad for doing this. Mayb-.. What the hell am I thinking? He's nothing but a fag. UGH..

I grab onto my hair and pull as hard as I can. Why am I even thinking about shit like this? Dear Lord, I'm a sinner. I hit my head kinda hard as I sprint the rest of the way to the school. I hate everyone and everything.

Ong I'm so bad at writing. Im boutta jump