Love

Becoming Me

Me coming out in the 6th grade was the worst and best mistake I've ever made. I had so much trouble being my self and being the most hated. Around the end of the school year was hard for me, but rolling into the beginning of 7th grade was hard. Going to Rothschild Middle School in Columbus, Ga was the worst thing ever. When I went to that school kids were bullies and use to put anonymous letters and my lockers stating that they want me to die. I went in with my walls up reading these letters, but after a while I start believing that I was worthless or I should've died and I was a careless mistake my mother had. I had to realize that these people don't take me serious at all and that I need to put my foot down. So, I started fighting them and that wasn't the best thing to do but guess what "what william" it worked a lot. But the beat thing about being gay was the crushes and that I had.

My first boy crush was this boy name Josh. He was really my first love if that's what the call your first crush, but I really loved him with every fiber in my body and a lot of people could've related well at least I thought. My friend Lala was the only one who could understand me in the 6th grade but we liked the same person. LaLa and I made a pact that we would both not tell him that we liked him and that we wouldn't try to get with him. Two days laters it's this rumor around school saying that they went out. Truth of the matter is that this was not a rumor.

No one knew that I went into the bathroom stall and cried my eyes out thinking how to get this bitch back. At the time I was a nice kid and getting someone back never crossed my mind, but she deserved every part of it. So I texted him and told him I liked him and him and I started talking *nothing serious* but we was talking good enough for me. We had great conversations he texted me every morning and I replied every day. I use to adore him, until my so called friends started talking about us. One night I tried to text him and I realized I was getting no response, I thought it was because he was not active on Facebook. So when he got on Facebook I texted him and he blew up on me and said some hurtful and hateful words to make my eyes fill up with water and cry.

I tried to be done with him but I was so in love with him so much and couldn't get away from his what I thought "tough love" but in all reality he didn't love me like he claim he did. I thought I hated him but I didn't. I loved him still like no other but the way he did me hurt down to the bones. Josh and Lala stayed together for quite a long time.

One windy day I could never forget this day we were in the gymnasium and they kissed each other right in front of my face. She knew I still loved him and I cried my eyes out, and guess what my "friends" did, "what they did William" they comforted me in my present but talked about me behind my back. How fake could they be. Moving on I eventually got over him. I shared everything with them "What bitches" i thought. I trusted them and thats a big problem i have, trusting people. I moved on but I really didn't like anyone else until my 8th grade and by then I had go kicked out of Rothschild Middle School for fighting everyone who talked about me but I learned my lesson.