I hate people. And they hate me back. Well that's not really true. I don't hate people, they just hate me...I can't even walk down the street without being called a few dozen names. 'Get a new haircut you fucking queer' that was what the people had to say today... What did do to them? They pulled a U-turn just to drive over and insult me...I like my hair... I like my clothes... I just like them....

Yeah, my family can be pretty awful sometimes. They all can't seem to relate to me on any level what so ever.My youngest brother is a brat, he is like ten years old and he will cry over anything. He can't go to the store to buy a toy? He cries. Then when my parents yell at him because he's crying he screams about how everyone always picks on him. He has his good moments I guess, he's relitively...