Okay @Colin_Der_Backfisch , buckle up for this!
This is kinda foggy but once in middle school, this guy Oliver would pester me about my queerness after I had briefly mentioned I was (at the time) pansexual i don't remember much of what was said, but he eventually put a metaphorical mini Oliver in the back of my head that made sure to tell me how worthless I was (now i know im not and never was).
It eventually pushed me to the breaking point when I was just walking to class and just started sobbing (like flooding, the ugliest bawling), it was literally like instant, i guess the bottle i was just cramming my emotions into just exploded. I somehow found a friend and she asked what was up and I said the good words; "I'm not okay."
i don't remember what her reaction was after that but I think she just went to class??? like wtf??, what a friend ππ but after, i somehow made it to the front office with the cloudiest eyes ever. And I called my mom, i said "can you pick me up, I don't want to be here anymore". She figured out that i was crying and LEFT WORK TO GET Me and then CALLED ME OUT SICK FOR LIEK TWO WEEKS (round of applause for my hero, such a girlboss π
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ααα₯α αααα§ ααα΄ αα§ α·α αααα¦α₯ααΆ αααα₯α΄ααα₯α§α α₯α αα§α·α α¬αααα α¬ααααα₯ααα ααα©α α°α¬α¬α¬α αααα αα§α αααα¦ αα°α§α¬α αααα
But nowadays, I'm doing better than ever and have taken the whole rainbow instead of just the primary colors π³βππ³βπ