Hi, my name is Jake. I'm 17 and a Junior in high school. It sucks, aha. Anyway, uh...I don't like it for a reason. You know how some people don't like it because it's school? Well, I don't like it because I kind of get bullied everyday. It's really difficult when you're openly gay, not by choice, and also the school's most popular lame with no friends. I don't know what I did to deserve it. Maybe it's the way I dress or the music I listen to. I go to a school of mainly African-Americans and I'm one of the only mixed kids. I'm half white, half black. They all call me a fake black kid because my skin is on the lighter side and I don't have the same hair as anyone. Enough about that, let's get on with my story. This is what it was like before I decided to end my life.
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Tales of A Dead Boy
Teen FictionThis is the story of a young man who struggles with self-harm. His name? Jake. Jake is 17 years old and he's been in and out of hospitals since he was 11. He's struggled with his mental health ever since his parents divorced and, shortly after, die...
