-1I was still upset about last night, and who could blame me? I cried half the night. Shit should not have gone down like it did. First, Marie bails on me to go get high with her parents. We’d been planning that night since we were in the fucking seventh grade. And because she’s pissed off at me she decides that she’s better than the prom and decides to go get fucking high! That was the last straw. If she had kept her promise and shown that she was committed as I was in keeping this friendship alive than she wouldn’t have bailed on for such a stupid reason. She’d rather go and contemplate the meaning of string cuz she’s too fucking stoned to move than go to prom with her best friend? WTF? That’s it I’m done. No more Marie. She can go and fuck up her life, but don’t drag me down with you, you disgusting slut.

As for last night…well, that kind of speaks for itself. I felt like screaming every time I thought about it. There was no way in hell that Darek was putting on a dress and going as Darlene, so he rented a tux. It was fun. Until the assholes showed up. At first we ignored them, then I had my snit about Marie standing me up, which is essentially what she did. Then when people were finally getting me happy and dancing again, someone (Ty Mongrel) throws a fucking bottle at me.

I couldn’t even believe that someone would do something like that to me. How can you hate someone so much for…who they are? I mean, it’s not even the same as hating me for what I listen to or what I wear or how I act, because I could change that. Not that I would for those fucktards, but you know what I mean. They did it because they have this crazy notion that I’m a lesbian. Which is completely untrue.

I’m bisexual, thank you very much, get it right, moron.

Anyway, I was talking to one of his friends at work; more like debating gay marriage and I mentioned that it’s hard and the bottle thing came up. He starts with the ‘they’re very religious’ speech. I almost started to comprehend that, then suddenly my mind snapped back to reality. “They threw a fucking bottle at me! How can you justify that!” I screamed at him. People left the break room. But it accomplished nothing, except made me hate that kid even more than I ever thought possible.

Now what I don’t understand is how someone can hate someone so much. Not because of what they listen to, or because they like armbands and Wicked-Witch-Of-The-East stockings, or lip rings or earrings or metal or pop or rock or ska or bad boys or leather pants or that darned skater boi everyone was in love with; but because of who they are. If you strip away all the individuality that I’ve got, I’ll still be bi. There’s nothing I can do to change that, no pills to take, no therapy strong enough to take it back. I’m bi, that’s how I was born, and that’s how I’ll die. I don’t hate him because he was born straight and born into a redneck hic family and listens to nothing but country music on a twenty four hour a day basis.

I hate him because he’s a fucking retard that deserves to be stoned (not in the good way) to death. As in like, people throw rocks at him. Or better yet, Mtn. Dew Bottles. Half full ones at that. Yeah…that would be nice.

I keep trying to tell myself that I’m over it, but how can a person get over something like that? I mean, they showed me that they hated me. I have the bruise to prove it. And they hate me for something so stupid…

All I wanted to do at prom was dance. I’m sorry that I was apparently shoving my sexuality in their faces the whole time. I thought my corner was a safe nice little place where I could sit with my friends and talk and have drinks and maybe dance a little.

What was so wrong with that I ask.

Nothing happened to them. I heard they got detention, but nothing else. They didn’t even get kicked out of prom, I don’t think.

Some justice. I get a bottle chucked at me and they get detention? What if they aimed higher? What if they got me in the hip, or broke a rib or something. Or hit me in the face? What would have happened? Would it still have been just a detention?

Well now, thanks to them, I want a greater justice in the world, and I don’t care about gay marriage either. Marriage is just a word and a piece of paper that destroys relationships. I just want people to be able to go out in the daytime and hold their partner’s hand and not worry about something coming their way, like a bottle, or a rock, or a bullet.