Yesterday marked the one year anniversary where within 7 months my life went from the best time in my life to the worst. I definatly did not see myself where i am now in a year. In all honesty i thought i'd be dead. Yesterday was the day D18 (or was it sixthteen? whatever same dude as my past posts) asked me out. That was last year and now i'm alive and happy.
On the bus going home whenever we stop for stoplights people took it upon themselves to drop down the window and call the person in the car next to use Queer, a faggot, and other vulgar names. at these points in time i just want to slam my head into the window till i can't move anymore and my bus driver made a deal with it the people. She won't write them up if they don't say these things but allows them to shout whatever hey please on the last day of school. I'm going to the office and reporting those kids. Call me a snitch but if i was a random stranger and these stranger kids drove by me and called me a faggot or queer i'd call them every bad name under the sun. Then who'd be laughing huh?! What's even more hilarious is the fact i'm bi and my best friend has a problem with gay people. Well guess what. I have a problem with stright people.
