I grew up in a completely normal family, but that doesn't mean I am normal. I never really thought heterosexuality wrong, but I would never have guessed that I was one. Not until seventh grade, when I met him. He was Josh Perkins. I mean, I never really thought about my sexuality, never had a girlfriend or any crushes, so I never could have truly known. But now I do, and I'm happy and scared. Happy that I met him, scared of what will happen to us. I don't want him to be hurt, or killed.... I just want to live my life without being hated by the ones I love. I wish they would accept me, I wish they would accept Us. Because I don't want anyone to ever tear Us apart. People don't understand, and they don't like what they don't understand. If they understood, heterosexuals wouldn't be afraid of not living to see a new day.