We All Mean Something
Who ever said the phrase "Sticks and stones can break my bones, but words will never hurt me" was seriously on crack. Sure if someone called you a freak, gay, a fag, a fairy, stupid, dumb, whatever at once in your life you'd get over one day, but what if they said it repeatedly? It probably would sink on you after a while.
Well for me, I have gotten use to all the name callings, but the bullying was a new thing. Ya see, I'm not really straight. I came out when I was in the sixth grade when someone caught me kissing Joey Watson in the boy's locker room. Of course Joey insisted that I was the one who forced it on him, but deep down inside I knew he wanted me.
The bullying wasn't as bad as it was before. I was mostly called some names and got pushed around a lot, but nothing horrible. Now, that I'm in high school, let's just say it's different. Especially if you go to a catholic high school. Here, the teacher's don't give a shi