The fact that I hated it somehow pleased them even more

You make me go to that school.
You say its good for me.
This is horrible.
I want to be back in the 8th grade.
Life was perfect then.
Actually it was horrible,
But better then now.

I used to have this girlfriend.
Lets call her G.
I loved G.
I ended up hating G.
Me and G. started talking again.
I want G. back.
We were great.
We could be greater.
But i guess i understand why you dont come back.

Life is complicated.

Hello. Can't work today, still queer.

Im different. I get that.
Im not a normal boy.
You watch football.
I watch Greys Atanomy.
You play football.

I dont like going to football games.
You cant wait to see Iron man.
I cant wait to see For Colored Girls.
You say that girl is hot.
I know her deepest secret.
You want to get with her.
I want to take her shopping.
Why does it matter.
He like girls.
She likes boys.
I think i like both.
By think i like both.
I mean im not sure if i like girls at this point.
They say i need to come out.
Why.
I never said i was straight.
Straight boys dont have to say im straight.

IB will be the Death of Me.

Long time, no post D:
I havent posted since July 6th
Thats because life has been a rollercoaster since then.
I have built up. Torn down.
Done things i wish i hadnt.
Became best friends with someone.
Hated that person.
And now we are cool.
They think i liike them more than i actually do.
Her name?
Ruth, my fathers girlfriend.

Did you know that i am fifteen years old?
I am not forty two as my mother might think.
She talks trash about my dad.
About Ruth.
She tells me about the more adult part of my parents divorce,
Like the cheating. The lying.
But i dont want to hear it.
I tell her but it goes in one ear and out the other.

I have four best friends.
Only four.
Reid has like 10.
(Reid is my older sister)
Reid goes to real high school.
Reid goes to real parties.
Reid has lots real friends.
Reid is normal.
Sam goes to a fake high school.
Sam goes to fake parties.
Sam has only 4 real friends.
Sam isnt normal.