My week,
So much has happened in the last week.
Monday I went home from school early cause I was sick. No big deal.
Tuesday nothing really happened.
Yesterday was the Day of Silence. That is the day when people with either marker boards or chalk boards giving out Day of Silence stickers and have to be silent for the whole day. Their silence represents how long Gays, Lesbians, and Bi's had/have to remain in the closet. It basically is a protest against sexual discrimination. I was silence throughout the whole day. There was this one guy who called it faggot day, but I have known him since 9th grade and he will never change. Then I had to really tape up the posters, so people who support the Day of Truth don't tear them down. They are these Christians who are against gays. Thank goodness people were supporting the Day of Silence and not them.
Today I got up this morning and had a huge fight with my dad. I got up late and I apologized to him for that, but he got up all in my face. He said some hurtful things like "I will take you out of school" and shit like that. It made me cry because I am trying so hard to sleep at night and get up and work my but off to graduate. No I will graduate and go to college whether he likes it or not. That is what I was thinking. Then I started crying because of all the pressure I was putting on myself. For the first time in a long time I felt like hurting myself. I so wanted to take a sharp object and cut myself, but I'm to smart for that. My dad came in and apologized and I accepted it because now I know that he didn't mean all those things he said. He then gave me a McDonalds breakfast and I came to school at second period.
Monday I went home from school early cause I was sick. No big deal.
Tuesday nothing really happened.
Yesterday was the Day of Silence. That is the day when people with either marker boards or chalk boards giving out Day of Silence stickers and have to be silent for the whole day. Their silence represents how long Gays, Lesbians, and Bi's had/have to remain in the closet. It basically is a protest against sexual discrimination. I was silence throughout the whole day. There was this one guy who called it faggot day, but I have known him since 9th grade and he will never change. Then I had to really tape up the posters, so people who support the Day of Truth don't tear them down. They are these Christians who are against gays. Thank goodness people were supporting the Day of Silence and not them.
Today I got up this morning and had a huge fight with my dad. I got up late and I apologized to him for that, but he got up all in my face. He said some hurtful things like "I will take you out of school" and shit like that. It made me cry because I am trying so hard to sleep at night and get up and work my but off to graduate. No I will graduate and go to college whether he likes it or not. That is what I was thinking. Then I started crying because of all the pressure I was putting on myself. For the first time in a long time I felt like hurting myself. I so wanted to take a sharp object and cut myself, but I'm to smart for that. My dad came in and apologized and I accepted it because now I know that he didn't mean all those things he said. He then gave me a McDonalds breakfast and I came to school at second period.