Only Chris Colfer's video is at all encouraging. Out of the ones I've looked at that is.
Fuck my life. Fuck it. I have the word FREAK scarred into my arm because that's what I am; a freak.
I watched Glee this week; "Courage"; you have no idea how much that meant to me. But what the fuck can I do about a bunch of bitches who are too afraid to say anything to my face? They told the whole fucking school before I was ready to be out. Of course, this is mainly Amanda's (the only reason I'm protecting her identity is to protect mine) fault; she outed me to my form, some of whom told Megabitch (who shall be named Gertrude). They've been spreading rumours about me, too - what I don't get is why Janet (one of Gertrude's friends) is helping to spread a rumour that I have a crush on Janet.
My best friends are making fun of me too - I know they don't mean to hurt me, but they do. And I don't want to tell them why.
I named this defying gravity because I want to defy gravity - in a number of ways. I want to be a little girl again, and fly away to Neverland when things get tough; no need to worry if I liked Daphne from Scooby Doo a lot more than Fred. I want to defy gravity in that I have no body; I want to die - I wouldn't commit suicide, in my mind that would be cowardice on my part; but I want to die. I also want to show Gertrude, Janet, Martha, and Alyssa (who is quite nice) how much better I am - defy gravity in the sense Kurt Hummel did.
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