The way I see high school is like one big shark tank, and I'm just that one little fish that tries to get by. I'm so fucking glad that I'm a senior. I don't have to deal with these dickheads and bitches anymore.
I escape my days of high school, dreaming about some hot newkid dropping by and staying, who's gay like me, and likes me. Or I go home, write erotic slash Undiscovered fan fiction and watch t.v, snuggling up with my husky, Sadie.
Being a boy in high school is hard enough, but being gay in high school in a small southern town is even worse. You don't know how many people come up to me asking me why I don't get saved or change my ways for God. I know God loves me. He's the biggest reason why I haven't killed myself or haven't gotten killed in this town already.
I stay in my room a lot. I usually draw really sexy pictures of Criss Angel or Taylor Kitsch just to pass the time, but I get really lonely. Mom is worried about me becoming a complete hermit, but I know that soon it will be time for college and I'll leave soon.