Day One

I figured I'll kill myself in ten days, the tenth day is the day I'm turning 18. The day I'm getting kicked out. I guess I can say my family doesn't like me in a better term, the only reason I'm saying that is because of this...

I was in my room almost having a panic attack, today was the day I'm telling my parents I'm gay, as you can tell I'm extremely excited ( note the sarcasm) anyway I build up my courage and walk down the stairs into the living where my dads watching football and my moms knitting.

"Hey mom, dad, I need to tell you something," I said I'm a shaky voice. "Sure son, just hurry up I'm kinda watching football." He replied eyes still on the screen. This is it, let me take a breath. "Are you ok honey, you seem worried?" She asks Concerned. "Yes mom I'm fine, but I just wanted to tell you I'm...I'm gay."

Let's just say my mom stopped her knitting in dad's eyes were no longer on the Screen, so yeah as you can guess, it went bad, and don't ask how bad, just bad enough. If your asking where I'm at now, I'm at a friend's house. SIKE, I got no friends. Right now I'm in my room with the door locked skipping school since imma die anyway plus, it'll save bruises from being on my body from both my bullies and parents.