'faggot' i said, as i walked into a classroom filled with heteros. i screeched. i asked the teachers if they were gay. 'i'm afraid not' the teachers say. i cried for seven straight hours. my depression worsened, i grew deeper and deeper into my own thoughts of fagatry. i was called names; faggot. i knew i was a faggot, so why was this affecting me? cunt, i knew i was a cunt, so why was this affecting me. pussy eater, i knew i was a pussy eater, but why was this great name affecting me? squirter, even though i knew i creamed, why was this affecting me? i asked my mom what to do about this. i wrote in my diary 'oh if only samuel l jackson could help.' my mom said 'what the fuck is wrong with you you fag' i screamed 'aaaahhhh' but it was in a sexual way. i loved my mother so much. i wanted her to fuck me with that big fat cock of hers. but she said no. that made me sad. i wrote in my journal again - goddamnit. why can't i get these names right? journal, diary - they're all the same goddamn thing so why is this different, why am i feeling different? is it because i'm a room of heteros or is it because i was conceived by a hetero. 'i hate myself' i exclaimed, my mother said 'why i hate you too, but why must you hate yourself you gotta get up and you must go jerk off.' 'life's not out to get you' i say. my mother says shut up. this makes me sad.
i cry for thirteen hours on end. why was she so rude to me, i only loved her. that's all i did was think about my mother. slurp slurp i said to my own thoughts. samuel l jackson how can you help? i prayed. samuel l jackson, save me from this hell forbidden place, i need to find my own; this land of heteros just ain't for me.
-chapter one is over-
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