Wow. I seriously can’t believe that there are presents left for me under the tree. The fact that mom got me stuff even though we haven’t talked in six months and we’ve pretty much confirmed that we hate each other, just baffles me and leaves me with so many emotions and I’m just kind of sitting here by the tree bawling my eyes out. I didn’t get her anything. My brother and grandpa yes, and I’m sure there are presents from them under there but… on a few of them, “Mike” is in her handwriting. Along with “from Santa” written underneath…Like she always does…
Oh well. They’re probably just bibles and other things to tell me that being gay is wrong and to change. Even though I can’t change even if I tried.
Even if I wanted to.
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