Warning: homophobic slurs and/or life threatening thoughts. Read at your own risk!!
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I woke up and looked around, Stan went home last night so i was alone.. again.
I don't want to be gay but all of these attractive boys make it so hard.
I wish i wasn't gay.
I wish i wasn't gay.
Fuck this.
I get up and walk into my bathroom.
"This is the only thing that takes away this feeling" i say to myself as i open my mirror cabinet.
I grab a razor from the pack i have.
I slice into my skin.
The cuts deep, not that deep but deep enough to where it hurts my wrist.
Fuck. This hurts bad.
Maybe i shouldn't have done this.
It's too late
I won't go any farther.... we'll that's what i told myself.
but i did.
i slit my wrist five more times making that six.
They aren't perfect lines. They are up and down my arm, sideways.
Because i know it will just look like i fell or got beat up
I go out of my room after dapping the blood off a little.
I throw on a black hoodie and some black ripped jeans.
I realized it's getting a little colder since it's august so i grabbed a bright neon yellow beanie.
It looks good on me, i should wear them more.
I walk downstairs to the kitchen and look on my calendar.
Oh shit school starts on Monday of next week.
It's Saturday.
I hope my mom and dad are back.
They never miss my first day of school ever.
I walked out of house and grabbed my bike.
I wanna see Stan.
I rode down his road.
I know what house he lives in cause i walked him home yesterday.
I drop my bike in his yard and walk up to his door.
*Knock knock*
The door creaked.
"Hello Uris residents" Who i'm assuming is his mother.
