My kazoo has always been my special friend. When I was sad, I played my kazoo. When I was happy, I played my kazoo. With I was trying to make a decision with my life, I played my kazoo.
I've never really had many friends. I was considered, weird. I have always known that something was different about me.
All the other girls would drool over boys, I would drool over other girls. People always picked on me because of it.
My mom didn't really care much about me. She called me a disgrace for liking the same sex. I didn't understand at first. But I do now. My family is a big Christan family. They think gays will burn in hell... that's what I am.... Gay.
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Kazoo
FanfictionI have always loved my kazoo. In this I share my love for it (reminder: this is a joke. I don't have a fedish for kazoos)
