sitting on the pink dresser of my room is a book. its been my diary for the past year. all the reasons are in there.
mom and dad: dont blame yourselves. i love you.
my friends: dont do what i did please please please. it’ll get better for you it just didnt for me.
my younger siblings: sorry i was never there for you and never got to see you grow up. i’m sorry im hurting you. please dont ever do this. i am so proud of you always.
my teachers: im gay.
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Whoa…hang on b4 you do this…you still there??
What we do to our kids…I am sorry you’re going through this. Reach out if you want…