Dear Diary,
I've found myself reading those awful comments on Twitter again. They call me fag and slut. They tell me I disgust them. Well them disgust me! The lord made me as I'm meant to be and if they can't see that then fuck them! But it would be easier to think this way if my own family didn't hate me as well. At least I have Mom. She has always been supportive of me. She makes me feel as though I truly belong-a felling I don't have quite often. But even with her comfort, I can't keep the tears from streaming down my face as I read the hateful comments.
Rocky beat me today. He pounded his fists into me like it may be the last day he'd get to do it. My body still aches with bruises. I took some Advil to ease the pain, but of course I had to sneak by Dad in order to do so. Now I'm brushing over the purple spots on my arms and legs and thinking: where did it go wrong. The way I remember it, my siblings and I were great friends...before I came out two years ago. Now they tease me, they beat me, and they make every waking second of my life a living hell.
I'm beginning to get a little messed up in the head. Perhaps I'm emo-if that's what you'd like to call it-but I've found myself overwhelmed with depression. I have not a trace of light in my life, so I have no idea why I even bother continuing it. Yet, something still gets me up in the morning. Maybe it's my gay friends, maybe it's Mom, or maybe it's hope.
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Dating the Dead
Fanfiction(From the diary of Riker Lynch) Riker just needs time away, some time to let his wounds heal. His family has been very unsupportive of his sexuality. Going public with the fact that he's gay was hard enough, but he didn't think it would change the w...
