warning: long story.
Here’s how the story starts. Freshman year I had a pretty good life. Moved out of my abusive moms and into my dads, was pushed up to JV football, made a lot of money selling weed, made a lot of friends, etc. Around sophomore year I got into acid and shrooms, which pretty much fucked my life up. I’ll just cut right to what happened.
I was raped. I went to a party to sell weed/booze and ended up staying til about 2 am. Got lit as fuck and decided to drop some acid, while drunk/high and on adderall. Blacked out and woke up near my school with no pants and my bike like 20 feet away. Chilled with my close friends the next day and they all started making fun of me. I barely remember what happened, but apparently one of them it go down. They started congratulating me on coming out of the closet, called me a faggot, played the song rap god repeatedly on my stereo and kept rewinding the gay bashing part, so on. I ended up kicking them out. Over the next few weeks is when shit got out of hand. Everyone ‘knew’ I was gay after that, got made fun of daily, and life was just fucking terrible. Few people kept texting me things like, “Hey man, I’ll let you suck my dick if you give me some weed”, someone spray painted my car and put sugar in the fuel tank, other shit too.. I ended up transferring schools, which didn’t help. When I got to the new school, almost immediately rumors went around that I fucked a tranny, fucked a dog, and/or I fucked a guy. At this point I’ve heard a lot but those were the main ones that stuck out to me.
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