vivalabarnes: steve
vivalabarnes: steeeeeevvveeeee
thatkidfrombrooklyn: hi!
vivalabarnes: steve i think something is wrong with me
thatkidfrombrooklyn: wow okay slow down don't say any personal information you don't know who i am yet right???
vivalabarnes: you're steve that's all i know
vivalabarnes: unless you have more things to let me know
thatkidfrombrooklyn: what if i'm a murderer???? or a rapist??? a child predator???
vivalabarnes: are you?
vivalabarnes: lol im not a child
thatkidfrombrooklyn: so you trust me?
vivalabarnes: yeah
vivalabarnes: you're basically the only person i talk to these days
thatkidfrombrooklyn: really?
thatkidfrombrooklyn: wow i feel really honored
thatkidfrombrooklyn: do you not have any other friends??
vivalabarnes: i do but they don't talk to me that much
thatkidfrombrooklyn: ok moving on
thatkidfrombrooklyn: what's wrong with you?
vivalabarnes: will you freak out if i tell you?
thatkidfrombrooklyn: depends on what matter
thatkidfrombrooklyn: did you kill someone? are you hiding them on your closet? where did you hide the body?
vivalabarnes: STEVE
thatkidfrombrooklyn: i'm kidding of course
thatkidfrombrooklyn: sooooo...what's your problem?
vivalabarnes: ohkay. here goes
vivalabarnes: i think i may have an attraction to the same sex....
vivalabarnes: steve i'm gay.
vivalabarnes: steve?
vivalabarnes: steve are you there???
vivalabarnes: please don't leave me like they did.....
vivalabarnes: i'm sorry.
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TEARS started dripping from Bucky's cheeks to his laptop. It was hard to tell people about what he identify as. When he first came out to his friends, most of them distanced theirselves from him, and they also lost contact. His parents weren't different either. They kicked him out and never talked to him again. There are a only few people who accepted him, they let him stay in their house for a while.
"Please don't..." he muttered, wiping his tears with his shirt. God, he hated doing this. He always gets the same reaction.
"I'm disgusting..." he muttered again, a sick feeling in his chest. Steve was really the only person he could rely on, everytime they chat on the site he felt closer and closer to him.
"Nevermind...." he felt like screaming, he wanted to kick everything in the way, he wanted to hurt himself.
He wanted to feel happy.
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a/n: ouch
this hurts but okay
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