Apr 26, 2011 17:59
Okay so my therapist told me that if I wrote down my life story, it would make me feel better so *intake of breath* here we go.
My name is Jeff. I'm gay. I've known I was gay since I was 13, when I had my first boyfriend. My father was a priest, so he didn't approve of my lifestyle. He used to beat me. When I finally turned 18, I moved out of the house and moved in with my then-boyfriend Kevin. Kevin raped me. Ever since then, I've been having mental breakdowns.
Growing up as a kid, I really didn't have friends. I was the gothic kid who kept to himself and never stopped drawing. I was always picked on and teased and beaten up. The few friends I DID have left me after high school.
When I met October, my life changed for the better. He made me forget all about the pain of growing up. When he got raped, I cried every night. And when Shawna died, I COMPLETELY lost it. Her and October were the two people in the world who understood me and never passed judgement unlike my own parents.
I know I'm crazy, but thats me.