You’re twenty years old. That’s very young. Your brain is still growing. You’re still developing into who you are as a person.
You’re in love, but can’t tell anyone. If you do, this beautiful amazing thing may be ripped away from you and you can’t have that because she brings out everything good about you. She values you. She sees you for you and she would never hurt you.
You grew up being abused. You went through a horrific detox. You were surrounded by drug users shortly after but didn’t relapse.
You have a goal that most people never achieve and you’re working hard at it. You have a killer GPA despite an insane schedule. You’re very smart and hard working.
You have a brother who barely looks at you, let alone speaks to you. You’ve built up what you thought your relationship would be like for years, and desperately want to be acknowledged because you never have been before.
You’ve been looked down on your whole life, and have been crawling to get out of the gutters so people will see you for who you are. You took a spot on a team full of society’s rejects because it will help you long term, even though you want to shake off that label so badly.
You tell the team the new guy has talent when they ask, because you want this team to succeed because that means you succeed.
You support your family. You tell your family off for making inappropriate jokes.
You kill your brother’s abuser without hesitation.
You purposely antagonize the guy you found out has been hooking up with him because you don’t trust him. And why should you? He’s a liar and part of the fucking mob. You want to make sure your brother is safe with him.
You force yourself into therapy with someone you have never spoken a word to so you can fix the relationship with your brother.
And people only want to remember you as homophobic.
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