Can't Even Think Straight

Not again. The last couple of entrances are all about the same bloody thing, and it's not that i'm repetitive... it's that they keep on saying those words. Destructive. Negative.

Wish I didn't care... wish I didn't fucking care.

Sometimes I really feel like asking if they would still love me if I were gay. I don't want to know the answer.

It would hurt too much.

I'd love them to watch "Prayers For Bobby". Maybe THAT would make them understand how sad and horrible it is when people don't accept you for who you are.

Damn.

I don't believe in God, but if there is:

- Let people accept me for who I am or let me stop caring about it.