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It is because of the mother who, after I explained why we should have marriage equality, told me that LGBT* people can just be in relationships without marriage. Then when told that, by that logic, straight people don’t need to be married either, told me I’m “too young to understand.”
It is because of the mother who called me a terrorist when I stated that the way the U.S. government disrespects women is unacceptable.
It is because of the father that brushes off all of the longings I have to own a pet, then jokes that people who have problematic animals should just kill them.
It is because of all of the people who laugh at vegetarians and think it would be funny to just dangle meat in front of their faces and even go to the point to try and shove it in their mouths.
It is because of all the people from school who call me “fag” in the hallway and still try to add me on Facebook.
It is because of all the people who believe rock music teaches the words of Satan, when it has made me a much better person than any church session could.
It is because of all the people who tell you that you are almost to freedom, and then continue to make all of your decisions for you. But once something falls through, you are the one at fault.
It is because of the people who don’t believe anxiety and depression are real disorders.
It is because of the people who say, “It’s just a band.”
It is because of the people who believe one body type is better than the other and that one deserves to be shamed when, in some countries, people who look like that are very lucky.
It is because of the people who treat men who lose their virginity like gods and women who lose their virginity like whores.
It is because of the people who latch onto your one talent and leech it away until you don’t want to be associated with it anymore.
But pursual is obligatory.
It is for the kids with the chronic heartbreak.
It is for all of the things gunning for me without me aiming for myself.
It is for all of the unknown things I have yet to encounter.
It is for the true friends to love and the sham friends to tell about in a sad story.
It is for all the kids who have yet to realize that they are NOT just a sad story.
It is for the kids who didn't make it.
It is for all of the stories left untold.
It is for the kids who have suffered through much worse.
It is for those who feel more lucky than they really are.
It is for those who will never feel lucky.
It is for the people who might need a friend.
It is for the people exactly like me.
It is for myself.