Lo

Lo
2004-02-25 04:12:59 (UTC)

Hola!

Here starts the diary of Lo. I would display my real
name, but with all the techheads in my school that search
for shit to print on people everyday, they would be glad
to go for what they find here. I will be straightfoward
and honest with you (the diary and anybody else who gives
a crap in the first place to read some idiots diary,) I
started this journal as a venting place for what I hear
every day. Every day is a living hell for me. Number one:
I am resented by the majority of the people I'm friends
with, and yet so far, am loved by anybody who gives a crap
to listen to some idiot in the first place (wow, this is
getting repetitive already.) Number two: half the people
who represent me are sluts, and the other half probably
want to shoot themselves. Number three, the straw that
broke my back: Over half the people in the US don't care
for me, over half of people my age hate me with burning
passion without second thoughts or regrets, and despite
all of the progress "my people" seem to be making, we
still can't get our fair cut.
If you haven't guessed it yet, I'm gay. Yep, I know a
lot of you probably saw it coming. I also know half of you
have already left the page. A good mix, shall we say?
Anyways, part of the reason I'm so stressed out right now,
and I'm not afraid to admit it, is because I'm a teenager,
fifteen to be exact. All around me are the constant
lingering of drugs and sex that make my head spin. I want
to get in on the pleasure but I know better. Each time I
make an entry, I'll tackle a single pet peave until I'm
out, that way, when I get pissed off, I'll have already
reasoned myself out of getting even more pissed off. This
journal, anybody who is still reading, is the antiseptic
that is desperately needed for the gaping wound that is my
thought. I am split inbetween closetcase and out and
proud.
Frankly speaking, I'd rather be neither.




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