Ever since I told them I'm a faggot they've treated me so coldly. They didn't care when I dropped out of school, they used my car until it was broken down and left it for me to fix, they act as if I'm some sort of inconvenience to them. I have so much hatred for them, to the point I've shaken uncontrollably in rage just thinking about it. But I still just want them to love me. I just wish I could give them the grandchildren they wanted. Why do I feel this way about the people who've hurt me the most? If I just didn't have homosexual urges this would have never happened.
Ever since I told them I'm a faggot they've treated me so coldly. They didn't care when I dropped out of school, they used my car until it was broken down and left it for me to fix, they act as if I'm some sort of inconvenience to them. I have so much hatred for them, to the point I've shaken uncontrollably in rage just thinking about it. But I still just want them to love me. I just wish I could give them the grandchildren they wanted. Why do I feel this way about the people who've hurt me the most? If I just didn't have homosexual urges this would have never happened.