Every morning I wake up and hope that today would be better then tomorrow. It was my junior year of high school, fun times... right?
Wrong.
I wasn't "bullied" much anymore, everyone was just "having fun". I really do try not to be the stereotypical fat gay high school girl who grew up on romance novels. But if you don't romanticize your live who will? Am ex- lover? a true friend? who? I am a 16 year old pansexual girl with many problems about how the world works, but for right now...
Right now... It's my turn to tell the story.