It was my 16th birthday. All I wanted was to see Shrek. When i told my parents what I wanted, they laughed and called me a queer. I cried as they beat me mercilessly with my pet potato. All of a sudden, Shrek bursted through my window. He through my parents into our fireplace. The smell of my parents filled my nostrils. I thank Shrek. He whispers into my ear, "I'm making waffles now". He puts me on my knees and he shoves his massive ogre privates in my mouth. I can barely breathe but I carry on. I was nearly choking when he filled my mouth with his love. I felt like I was drowning but i would...
I was only 9 years old.
I loved Shrek so much, I had all the merchandise and movies.
I pray to Shrek every night before bed, thanking him for the life I've been given.
"Shrek is love" I say; "Shrek is life".
My dad hears me and calls me a faggot.
I know he was just jealous of my devotion for Shrek.
I called him a cunt.
He slaps me and sends me to go to sleep.
I'm crying now, and my face hurts.
I lay in bed and it's really cold.