Dear Me, 11-30-12
I can't even believe that this happened. My own dad died. My mom is sobbing, I'm not any better. I miss him so much. I wish Noah was here. She'd make me better. I can't take this. I need to do it. I can't I promised Noah not to. Oh well. I ran to the bathroom and took the sharp, shiny piece of metal out of the cabinet. I carefully slid it across my arm 5 times. 1)My dad dying 2)Bullies 3)Being alone at the moment 4)Being weak 5)being a fag. The last one made me flinch. I'm gay and I hate my life right now because of it. See, I just came out to my family. My dad got made at me and stormed off. He was driving anywhere he could and it started snowing. It was snowing so much that he couldn't see and he crashed. We got a call about 20 minutes ago. I feel this is my fault. But If I say that I'll get sympathy... something I don't want. I washed my arm and went into my room. There I lay on my bed. My eyes sting and my cheeks are tearstained. I carefully fall asleep and I blissfully breathe.
*1 year later*
*H-E-L-L-O COMING STRAIGHT FROM TOKYO K-I-T-T-Y MY SEX WILL LEAVE YOU SATISFIED*
Ughhh. I slammed the alarm and got up slowly and carefully. I can't believe it's been a year....
