Gayle's Asexual Panromantic
Gwen's Bisexual
Anna's Straight with gay pride
Zander's lesbian
Atasha's straight
Keesha is too.
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when I was younger ,I dream of milky waterfalls
when I was grade one , I dream about depression and suicide
when I was grade two , I dream of voids filled with a small light catching me.
when I was grade three , I dream of fake smiles , harassment , abuse within the child and the emotional state.
when I was grade four , I dream of more sadness , more depression and more suicide
when I was grade five , I dream of how the world be if I didn't exist , cutting with scissors , and being disowned of new found sexuality.
when I was grade six , I dream of what I want to be in high school , I wanted to be cold , savage and act like a mute , and at the end of grade 7 , I would speak and tell them it was all a lie.
and then dreaming for nothingness didn't stop right there
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I liked the color black , it sounded me completely.
I hated myself
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when I was one , I thought everything would be a fairy tale or a fantasy.
when I was two , I thought about bad stuff , which is not normal for a child to think of
when I was three , life had just begun for me. I already knew what was going on
when I was four , everything I remember is quite dizzy and a blur
when I was five , life started to go down hill , I wasn't happy. But , I didn't know that at first.
when I was six , I was already delusional and I had a brain of a teen.
when I was seven , life was not in balance when I knew my father lied, I never liked him anyway.
when I was eight , bullying brought my esteem down a slope , I was more sad at that time. Depression started , and it triggered me a lot. I didn't know what depression was at that time , I was such an innocent child.
when I was nine , I was lost cause , I started doubting and doing bad things I shouldn't do , but it felt great to rebel.
when I was ten , I started doubting more than usual. My own teacher hated me , and everyone saw me as an irresponsible girl , I hated life as it went at that age.
when I was eleven , my grandmother died. I became more sad than usual , I was most sad at that time , but anyone's pain made me stronger.
when I was twelve , I had become a woman of my own. I finally realize my depression , and I wasn't scared of my insecurities , but again , my hate towards the people I used to know grew stronger. I hated boys , but that doesn't mean I like girls , being asexual was great. I treated everyone their age , while they didn't do the same for me. But , I didn't care. I only want them happy , because they deserve a childhood way better than I. Only if the boy's weren't so hard headed.
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Heathers Headcanon's and Shots
Randomsorry if I don't do JDonica. It's a weird ship to me. ( even though I might break that rule XD )
