Dear Diary,
I feel its kind of stupid to have a diary but Mercedes and Rachel said it would help with any stress and I've had a lot lately. So here goes nothing. There's this asshole of a jock at my school that feels its his mission to make my life a living hell, Dave Karofsky. The reason why you might ask? Because I'm gay. And I don't even get why hes picking on my about something I was born with. My dad, Burt, always said that all I wanted for Christmas or my birthday I think was a pair of sensible pair of heels. And I guess it would be better if I had some support on my side. But I don't. All I see is people either paying me no mind when I get slammed into a locker or laughing and pointing when I get a slushy facial. The only thing that get me through those days at that hellhole of a school is glee club. I have friends that I can confide in and they don't care if I'm gay. But its the singing that really gets me through. The way you can lose yourself in the music and be yourself or whoever you want to be. Fashion is another thing that I like to express myself with. Even if I get in trouble sometimes by my father. But bullying isn't the only other thing that irritates me and makes me depressed. Its love. High School isn't only about getting good grades its all about what happens in the hallways. Who's dating who, who got cheated on, and any other gossip that goes around. I know I should just ignore and just wait until I get out of here next year but I can't. Why can't I walk down the hallway with someone I love and care about and why can't I slow dance at my prom? I know why. Its because in the state of Ohio the people are extremely homophobic. But I'm not gonna focus on that I'm just gonna get through my junior and senior year and then i'll be in New York performing or if that doesn't work out it'll be fashion. This got completely too long but it was therapeutic, so maybe I will keep this diary.
Your Truly,
Kurt Elizabeth Hummel