Hello. I'm Andrew, but everyone calls me Andrea. I don't like that name. I'm a transmale bisexual. I'm currently in the LGBT+ Youth Club at my school, but nobody really knows that I am. In fact nobody really cares about that club. They just brush it off as if it doesn't matter. I don't like it when they do that, but if I told them that then they'd just question me and I'd have to come out. I don't really want to come out until I'm ready. Don't get me wrong, I trust my friends and family with my life, but I don't want then to think differently of me. Especially with the fact that I have Christan parents who think the very act of being transgender or something other than heterosexual is a sin. They're really awesome and kind people, but I'm afraid that they'll try to put me into correction therapy or something. I really don't like the idea of that. It all just seems so...wrong and unsettling. But I'll have to tell them sooner or later, I guess...
Every day...every day, I sit alone in my room and cry. I'm Rylee, and I get abused by my extremely transphobic and homophobic aunt and uncle. I came out to my parents as an agender homosexual about 3 weeks ago, and of course, Dad has to go and tell his sister and brother even though he knows they're crazy trans/homophobes. I get mentally and physically abused by them both, and nobody does anything about it. They know it happens, yet, all they really do is try to...avoid it. That doesn't help, but I'm too scared to tell them that. I know it'd break their hearts to not be able to help, but I don't want that. I just hate this feeling, and I have to endure it every day! I hate it, I hate my life, I wish it'd all just go away...
I'm Alexander. I'm depressed, and I have anxiety. Every day, I go through life feeling like complete shit. I'm so fucking tired of it, I just want to die. Nobody does anything about it, they all say "It's just a phase!", I wish they'd take a hint and understand that they've got the WRONG FUCKING IDEA. No, this isn't just a phase, no, I'm not doing this because I feel unnoticed, I genuinely feel horrible every day. I want to kill myself, I hate it. I'd give anything to not feel this way every day, trust me. I wish I didn't have to feel like this. I wish I didn't have to hate myself with a burning passion. I wish nobody would've ever treated me the way they did, I wish nobody ever told me to kill myself! I don't like this, I don't like this at all...
My name is Annie. I ran away from home months ago, from my abusive and neglectful parents. Nobody's found me yet, and I'm 99% sure that my parents either haven't noticed that I'm gone, or that they simply don't care. Either way, it's expected of them. They always thought that I couldn't do anything right, and for the first time I'd agree if they said this was a horrible thing to do. I should've just called my older cousins, who would be completely willing to take me in, because they care about me so much. But it's too late to go back. I guess mistakes are made so you can learn from them. But what if you have nothing more to learn? Would you make mistakes then? One of the many reasons as to why I want to know everything is so that I can know the answer to this question. Anyway, I have to go now, my phone's running out of battery...