All I can do in my room is sit and think. Think about everything that has happened in the past few months and how I want to escape and find a reason to give it all up. But I know I can't. I know I have to be strong and I have to fight but my fight has gone and my purpose has been dimmed. I know I shouldn't feel this way but what they did and what he did I can't forget. It's like a constant circulating memory that won't leave me. Why did he have to out me. Why in front of all of my friends, my classmates and my family. Why me. What did I ever do to him? Is this really my purpose in the world? To be outed by my classmates? To be labelled as gay and as different and disgusting? Is that what I am destine for? Because if it is, I don't want to do this and I don't want to find a reason to keep going because I know it's only going to get worse and I need to find a way to escape even if it's just for a little while. I need to leave. Because I know that if I leave, I will finally be away from everything and finally I will able to be the person I want to be and not the person that everyone knows me to be. I need to escape.