Once, at school, a boy found a piece of paper under my desk. Apparently, it was “my” handwriting. The paper said that I was bisexual and bipolar and people believed it. It was written as if I was writing it down myself, like writing in a journal. If I did write that, which I didn’t, why the heck would I write my name on it? Why would I leave it under my desk? They all know I’m smarter than that. I went home that day and told my grandma. She was very mad, seeing as she’s a “Christian” and doesn’t like LGBT or any of that. I’m not saying all Christians are like that, but she is. I told her I didn’t agree with her and said that I believed that all people are PEOPLE and it doesn’t matter if they are different. Because differences are special. People would be boring if they were all the same. Anyways, I’m not a Christian either. My whole family is Christians, except for me and my little brother (8). My mom went to this place with all these other people, and the people that worked there forced Christianity into their brains. So, my mom is also a firm Christian and doesn’t like it when people say stuff about different religions or talk bad about her God. I don’t have a specific religion and I think that no one can be sure if God is real or if the Greek gods and goddesses are real or if any of that is real. People can have their own beliefs, but I won’t let them force their religion on to me. All I know is that any religion can be possible, but I believe more in the many gods aspect. My brother goes to our mom, asking if she believes in the Greek gods and she gets all uncomfortable. He then asks me if I do, and I mentally facepalm at how oblivious he is. A boy who has/or had a crush on me, and asked me out, is very homophobic and it annoys the crap out of me. Oh, hello, there. You have a crush on me, right? And your asking me out, right? Sorry, not to be rude, but no. I forgot to tell you I also like girls! Do you like me now, hmm? People…Stop being so judgemental. I am JUST like you. I have different beliefs, and am different than you in many ways. But we’re all human. We’re different than each other. Respect that. Don’t listen to me, sure that’s okay too. It’s not going to get you anywhere though. If you’re gonna be like that, go ahead. But do you really want to be stuck with the haters? I know I don’t.