I Have Something To Say

3. Dear Haters

When I came out, I was scared shitless. What if people don't like me anymore? What if they try to hurt me? What if my teachers think of me differently? I was fine. I never told my teachers though. Lucky for me, my high school strongly believed in the equality of all students and that no matter who you were or where you were coming from, their main goal was your education.

Remember when I mentioned that other girl I liked besides Emma? Well, she came out as transgender. I was inspired because that was such a huge leap for him. As confident as I was now, I didn't feel like announcing that I was bi in front of everyone. I decided to tell people only if they asked.

Now, I've always been a self-conscience person. I would sometimes change my outfit five times before going to school because I had to have a good presentation. But, over time, I've realized that if you care too much you're only going to be focused on your image and not living your life. So. With that said, I didn't really care if people hated me for who I was or not.

I had never really been called names before but, I've been looked down upon my people who thought they were better tan me. I hate them and people like them. And let's be honest here, I hate a lot of things. I'm a very hateful person. But I don't let things like arrogant people and bastards who think they're cooler or more popular. I don't care about any of that. As long as I am happy with who I am, then people shouldn't have a problem with that.

To anyone out there who is struggling with what I had gone through, I was ever so kind to leave you a couple of tips.