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I realized today that it is both amusing and scary to see your name written on the bathroom wall. Apparently both Erikka and I need to die, purely because we're gay.
I wonder if who wrote that knows us... She spelled erikka's name wrong, so she must not know her that well. I wonder if she's afraid of us because we have the strength to say "fuck it" to all the assholes who hate us. I wonder if she's gay, and fears our openness.
I wonder all these things, and then I wonder why we can't have normal toilet paper or locks at our school, why the water comes out of the faucets brown in the morning, why there are thirty boxes of paper in the supply room, but ms. Barker can't get paper from the office.
then I pull up my pants and go back to class.
I wonder if who wrote that knows us... She spelled erikka's name wrong, so she must not know her that well. I wonder if she's afraid of us because we have the strength to say "fuck it" to all the assholes who hate us. I wonder if she's gay, and fears our openness.
I wonder all these things, and then I wonder why we can't have normal toilet paper or locks at our school, why the water comes out of the faucets brown in the morning, why there are thirty boxes of paper in the supply room, but ms. Barker can't get paper from the office.
then I pull up my pants and go back to class.