tw: violence?
05/04/09
DEAR JOURNAL,
the high of receiving that letter from yesterday didn't last long. as i was going to my locker, ready to see if there was another one, the same anonymous dark-haired boy stalked nearby.
by the usual glare of the same boy from days past, i was abruptly brought down on earth today. it made my mood go downcast again. i wondered what homophobic remark he had in store for me.
luckily, he wasn't in the mood to practically shout it out in the middle of the hallway, but he just stared straight at me, mumbling a certain f-word under his breath (no, it wasn't fuck, in case you were wondering).
after he left, i allowed myself to look into my locker, but i was still crestfallen. i did see a note in there, and while i was happy to see it, the usual excitement had worn off, all because of one stupid homophobic word.
it might sound mean, but i wish that guy would just spontaneously burst into flames in the middle of the hallway. maybe that way, he'll leave me alone.
LOVE, HIRO.
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LOVE, HIRO.
Fanfictionwhat ARE feelings? do you just catch them, like a cold? is the whole boy-girl thing an unspoken rule on who to have feelings for? and what happens if you have feelings for a boy? when you're a boy yourself...? anyways, hi. sorry for the rhetorical i...
