Dear Journal,
I'm sorry for yesterday. I even forgot to write 'dear journal' and '- ...'
I was just so upset. Dad hit me for the first time. Slapped me across the face. Today the jerks at school asked if I'd had an argument with my 'boyfriend'. Nothings even wrong with being gay!
What if I am? What if I'm not?
I'm not going to tell you, journal. Because I couldn't live with knowing you hated me or if you hated gays. I'm not telling what I am. I swear it.
Would you shrivel up when I tried to write in you?
Set yourself on fire to burn me?
Please don't hate me. You're the only thing I can talk to. I guess it's sad, but so is the world.
- Sad Person
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