I'm not nuts...I just like them.

So I just read my first post, and I wanted to clarify that I'm not nuts...even though I told you that I go to St. Paul's. Which is a school for people with I-S-S-U-E-S.

When my parents found out that I liked boys, they sent me to a therapist. It was fucking stupid because the therapist totally helped me become comfortable with the whole gay thing. And my parents paid for this shit. And then the big finale was when my parents came to a session (this was all totally planned) and with the help from the therapist (love you marcy!) I told my mom and dad that i was gay.

My parents were mad. They said that me being gay was a "defiant behavior." What the hell. So I should just go back in the stupid closet and lie about everything some more?

Whatever.

I'm not crazy. Just gay.

But to my parents, I must be crazy to like guys.

And god damn parents have a point...wouldn't life be easier if I was allowed to go to McClintock High? Wouldn't it be easier if I didn't have to have crushes on boys that want to kick my ass if I look at them for too long?

Fuck yeah. I must be crazy.