Dear Diary

Day 12

Dear Diary,

Me and Harry have been going through a tough time. We promised each other that we'd help each other through. I'm not saying I'm this is happening to Harry, but I feel better now that I have a shoulder to cry on.

"It's always a rough start at first." Harry told me.

"Harry, this is never going to end. I've been going through this for two years now. Babe, you just need to acknowledge we won't be accepted. At least not anytime soon." I said, sobbing. He only looked at me without responding. It hurt me to tell him that but I can't lie to him. Lying only hurts the both of us.

I  sill haven't been eating and my mum forced me to visit my counselor again.

When I got there, she was a bit shocked with my cut cheekbone and bruised face, along with my busted lip. She noticed how much weight I've lost. I don't know how she can notice it if I was here only two or three days ago. I'm losing it that fast? I don't care.

I told her about what has been happening and how me and Harry are really hitting it off. I was sad most of the time though. I would plaster on a fake smile and act as if I were okay when she'd ask me questions or anything like that.

I left an hour later. As I got home, I saw Harry's car parked out on the curb. I rushed inside, eager to see him. I entered and he was on the living room couch. He gave me a smile and hugged me tightly, afraid to let go.

Nothing particularly new other than getting punched and slammed against the locker. I wonder how Harry is holding up?

-Louis T.