While in was still in the womb, my dad used to abuse my mother. Yelling, hitting. Since as long as I remember, I cower from anything close to fighting. My mom also did drugs. Hard drugs. I was born premature. Two months premature. I was 1lb 7oz, born addicted, I also had a heart murmer. Maybe she didn’t want me? My mom went to jail for possession and use of the drugs. My dad was already in jail, fuck if i know why. I went in and out of foster homes up until I was 12. One family decided to adopt me. They used to love me, that was until I came out as a homosexual my freshman year. They treat me different now. I guess I’m going to hell for being myself…
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There is no hell.
No you’re not going to hell because you’re homosexual. Nor for being yourself. I dont believe in heaven or hell but I’d think you get to go to heaven. Sorry to hear your story, but you made it so far practically without family and with strangers who adopted you. So I think there’s a fair chance your life will be better.
Don’t Listen To Them, I’m A Homosexual To So I Guess We’re Both Going To Hell? Just Tell Em’ To Shut The Fuck Up And Close Your Door, And Forget They Exist.