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I had never fitted in with society. Childhood was rough. I had to grow up quickly, so I never really got to truly experience being a kid to the point where I could share stories about it. I was called gay well before I even knew. I acted feminine. I had no friends. That would made me an easy target, right? It wasn't like I didn't have my parents... Oh wait, I didn't... Mom was always yelling at me to be useful for one day of my life and my dad wasn't ever home long enough for us to do classic father-son things, like throwing a football.

This marks 5 years since I escaped that hell-of-a-school district. I couldn't be more relieved. I had a fresh start. I could possibly, perhaps make some friends. I took that shot.

I started off 7th grade as the new kid. I had no idea where any of my classes are, starting material for douchebags to use on little wimps like me, but actually, people helped me out. They were nice to me. I liked it. The school was hell, but the students weren't all bad.

Now, high school, the time where every student hops in the hormone car and crashes hard. I'm not even kidding. Now we can get to my actual story. A year ago and 3 months ago, I did something I hated doing. I broke someone's heart. I broke up with my girlfriend because I couldn't think straight and I didn't want to affect her because of it. That only made me feel worse. I was down in the dumps, and I had no one helping me. It didn't help at the time because I had a crush on one of my closest friends. I even went as far as to ask him out and that failed miserably.

Anyway. I tried to find a reason why I would have even wanted to break up with her. Sure, she had bad eating habits, but I never cared for that. I liked her for her personality. She was so sweet to me, very caring. She listened when I needed her to. I never asked her to, she did it because she loved me, and it made me feel special, but it didn't feel right to me. Something about me wanted to get the hell out. So, I did. She was devastated.

A month had passed. I finally found peace within myself. I came to the realization I was gay, and I was in with that. Though I knew I'd have to live my life hiding in the closet, it felt right to say that over and over into myself. I'm happy I finally came to terms with who I am. I came out to my mother and eventually my father and they both support me for me. They are more or less at each other's throats, and it annoys the living hell out of me.

I came out to more and more people. Hell, even the football team knows, and they don't care about it. It's not like I'm gonna hit on them. I'm not overly fond of their narcissistic behavior, though I'll admit, some are pretty cute. Anyway. I'm holding up on my every day to day life. I'm focusing on academics before I go searching for that perfect guy.

I just can't believe so much happened within 5 years. That's why this month is so special to me.