LGBTQ is a burden.

I'm a burden. I don't believe I am, but my parents do. So do all of those homophobic people out there. I really couldn't care less about them, until it comes to being punished for my gay behaviour.

"My so-, Jax... Honestly, God would be so disappointed in you."

My own mother and father can't even bring themselves to call me their son. And honestly, JJ is religious and still accepts me. She knows that God still loves me either way. I accept that. Can't they accept me?

The others who shame me on my bus to school don't bother me, but then it comes to my own kin. Now that hurts. It hurts like hell.

LGBTQ is a burden. But my pride hides its scars.