If I had known what you had in store from me, I might have wanted to give myself more time as a child to prepare for it.
All of the loneliness, the endless nights and days sitting in the corner of a dark room alone because I have no one to turn to. No one to trust. Because I no longer have anyone I can truly call a friend.
They are morally obligated to call me their friend because I have done them no wrong. Nor have I tried to do wrong to anyone.
All of the people I once considered friends I have caught trying to manipulate me. I am done being their puppet. Their little “toy”. That adorable thing that they cuddle when they are sad only to cast it away without a word when they no longer need it.
I am done being the strong and silent one. I am letting my bitterness take over and letting my front go. The real me would not want to stay silent.
I resent all that is normal. Let them hate me. See what I care. Let them call me insane for having different beliefs. As long as they cannot prove their own to be true they are no better than mine.
Let them call me “evil”. If being “evil” means being gay, then I don’t know what horrid word would fit the ones who cast us out. (“Wretched”, perhaps?)
Life, I am finished in dealing with your cruelty with a fake smile plastered on my face every day.
An extremely fed up Sagittarius