"I became impulsive with my actions that leads me to being the greatest antagonist I've been in my entire life. I punched someone. Their bruises are visible. The bleeding stopped."
"And what's the reason?" she ask.
"I... saw them inside their room cuddling," I feel embarrassed with my illogical reasonings.
It is enough to hate them, but not enough to hurt them. I hate gays, but hating them shouldn't come of with physical fight. I dislike them, but... I have a heart too, and seeing someone suffers because of me melts me in the inside, but I don't want to show it to anyone because they might tease me as gay. You know, stereotypes.
"Imma go to bed. Don't wake me up, please!" I shouted while running upstairs.
I lay down my bed, arms wide as I sighed. What a heavy day...
