Had you told me 5 years ago that I would have friends, I would've laughed in your face. If somebody said I'd meet my dad one day, I'd tell them he's dead and it's never going to happen. If I would've known I'd had a girlfriend, I would've gagged because I'm gay. But these things all happened. And sometimes, that's good. I have people I can talk to. But with that, it's people I can't talk to about some things. Things like my depression. The fact that Gabe abused me as a kid. The idea that I'm gay. Because when they found out, what happens? I've lost friends over it before. They're no different.
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