as soon as i walked into school,

everyone seemed to stop and stare.

people whispered,

and pointed,

and froze the second i walked by them.

it was as if they saw a ghost.

which i mean,

they kind of did.

when i got to my locker and opened it,

i saw a bunch of notes.

it scared me at first.

when the news that i was gay got out around school,

i started getting notes.

they said they were either disgusted by me,

wanted to beat the shit out of me,

or wanted me to kill myself.

i opened some out of curiosity.

they were all filled with apologies or 'glad you're okay's.

i grabbed as many as i could and threw them in the closest trash bin.

i don't need fake ass notes from fake ass people.