This year is going to be different, I just know it. New school, new people, new beginning. That's what they always say, right? Moving somewhere new is supposed to be a fresh start, right? My parents have been telling me that I'll love it here, and I hope they're right. The town we moved from was small, very conservative and take it too well to change. For example, about a year ago at my old school after I did a lot of thinking, I came out to everyone. The response wasn't too good. I got bullied everyday, being thrown up against the lockers, teachers failed me and discriminated against me as well. I went to the office and reported it but of course with it being a small town, the office didn't do anything about the incidents. All they did was call my parents and tell them I came out to everyone. After a long day, I finally came home to my parents sitting on the couch, waiting for me. They told me to sit down so that we could talk. My parents went on and on about how they wouldn't care if I was gay or not, but that it is an "unforgivable sin and that I will be going to hell if I live this 'lifestyle'". My dad started crying because of the decisions I'm going to be making. He told me being gay is a perversion and that they don't know where they went wrong as parents. But now they've sort of come around, they still consider it taboo but they respect my choices and that nobody can change me. I just hope everyone else here is like that.
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Diaries of a Dead Person
RandomI don't need to tell you my name, who I am, or why I'm dead. I just want you to know how hurt I was, how alone I felt everyday, and maybe then you'll know everything.
