So I 6th grade i guess people didn't like gays. But i was still in a mode on trying to find out if i was gay or not.

On time draw a picture that said i love you. It was for my mom. But this one bitch ( a/n still don't like her) is going to tell her friend that i'm gay ( a/n oh how wrong she was i'm bi)

It was so bad that i had no one to talk to at school. My friends are in diffrent classes. So i was really alone.

One of my friends was having same problems .

By the time we got to 8th grade we just didn't care. And people some people finil was ok with gays and bi people.