FUCK YOU

 You really think I wanted all that shit to happen, you piece of shit? You think I purposely go out of my way to find things to cry about? You really think I chose this life? Well, I've got news for you: I NEVER WANTED ANY OF THAT TO HAPPEN. I NEVER CHOSE BEING GAY, I NEVER DECIDED "Why, it's a beautiful day, and how about I be gay and be hated by the bigots worldwide!" I never fucking asked some fucker to lead me on for FIVE FUCKING MONTHS, and YES, I AM SINGLE AND DON'T KNOW ANY GAY/BI GUYS DESPITE LIVING IN THE SECOND HIGHEST GAY POP IN THE US. SO FUCKING WHAT. You think I want to be single on purpose? You think it's easy for me to get along with people? You think I've never been the outcast among fucking society? You really believe that I decided "Oh, cutting my wrists sounds like an absolutely wonderful idea!"? No, it was a terrible thing to do, I'm not going to pretend it was the best trip of my life going to that hospital, getting stitched up, being stuck playing chinese fucking checkers with some guy who hears voices and watching movies on controlling your fucking anger, and being stuck in my fucking room all day in absolute silence with white walls and a bed that would break my back every morning. STAY OUT OF MY SHIT. I don't nitpick at your life, so STAY THE FUCK OUT OF MINE. God damn, some people just don't know when to leave me alone.

 Don't mind this entry, just me being angsty and having a bad day.