Open Question: LGBT; Please help me in this dire time of need?
Monday, May 21st, 2012I am depressed, I want to die, I have barely any friends that I see on a regular basis. My mom hates me. I’m harassed at school. Now let me tell you everything, I lost my job two months ago, and it wasn’t my fault, but my mom thinks it is, so she made me go to a different school, where I don’t get to be apart of Glee club, Ballroom, or Theatre. This school is where everyone goes after they have been expelled by all the other schools. I am so sad, I had two friends there that actually have a moral compass pointing north, but one of them switched schools cause she was being harassed. So tonight when my step father picked me up from work, he asked what I had with me(i work at a restaurant, so he was asking me about food) I told him the usual, and so he was asking what that was, and I told him, and he starts calling me a liar, blah blah blah, yelling at me, screaming at me, telling me he wants me out, I keep crying begging for him to let me out of the car. I’ve always have been made felt guilty about food in my house, my step dad can eat a half a pan of lasagna, but if we have a tiny square, we are quote “shoving our fat faces” I’m not even fat!!! I weigh 125, I am 15, five eight, and 27 inch waist. I am teased at school for always reading books, libretto’s to operas, etc. I have always been made fun of, ever since Elementary. Also I tried telling my mom about this situation, she’s pissed with my step dad, but also seems to think it’s my fault as well, when I did nothing but try to diffuse of the situation. She’s angry too, and says that she won’t let me go back to my old school, which I hated it there, but I at least had my things to keep me happy, you see I’m gay, and it was a mormon school, and I was seen outside of school kissing a guy, and it went around, it was very bad. Also my mom says that there is no way I’m gay, cause all the gay men who were her friends were always so neat, and I’m not neat!! Whatever man, just cause I’m not overly clean, doesn’t mean I’m not semi neat. I’m good at cleaning when I want to be. I just want to die, but than again I want a future, I want a career on stage and on the dance floor. So I prolly won’t kill myself, just turn to my old ex vice which is pills and cocaine. Sorry it’s so long.