Dear Journal,
Today I walked through the hall, LeATHERMOUTH blasting to wash away all of those assh*les. I opened the crappy locker they gave me, putting away my bag.
Suddenly someone pulled my hair violently and shoved my face into the lockers. He called me names and hit me against the cold metal. His girlfriend just watched, everyone watched, but no one helped me. I won't say his name because monsters do not deserve names.
I marked the day off on the calender in my locker. It's the third today. I visited mum's grave after school. One of the popular guys from school saw me buy flowers before I went to the cemetery. He called me a faggot.
I hate them.
I hate them all.
- Hated Loser
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