Dear Diary

Day 2

Dear Diary,

I saw him looking at me again. Is it a coincidence or something else? He completely ignored me though. Ever since I came out, its been hard. Being called a fag, gay, homo, and all the other insults that I just do not want to mention. Every single word takes a bit of my heart. That piece being burned, broken, and crushed.

I was washing my hands, then he walked into the school restroom, giving me a disgusted look. Tears filled my eyes, knowing the person who I love is digusted of me. The pain of being frowned upon by the person you love is probably the worst type of pain there is. Your heart clenches, along with your stomach. It almost feels as if there is no cure to the pain. There probably isn't a cure to the pain.

I looked at him as he looked at me, but I quickly looked away as he muttered the words "Fucking fag." I dried my hands and quickly got out, keeping my head low and I let my tears fall.

I don't think I have anything else to say to you 'person who is reading this.' I guess this a good bye until tomorrow or when I decide come to write.

-Louis T.