An Open Letter to the First Boy I Gave my Heart to

I wonder if you think about me like I think about you or if I’m erased from your memory. Forgotten. I know you won’t read this either but one day I’ll tell you. I’ll tell you how you picked me up, broke me, and changed me. I’ll tell you about how much better I’m doing, how my friends were there for me when you no longer were and maybe we’ll even laugh at that the stories about the guys that came after you but couldn’t compare to you. They’ll never be the first boy I gave my heart to who didn’t give me his heart in return.


A thank you letter to my straight allies

If all the lbgtq people had allies like mine maybe the suicide rate and homeless rate of the lgbt community wouldn’t be one of the highest. Who knows what my life would be like without my accepting friends and family. Would I be homeless? Would I have committed suicide? Only God knows. A special thanks to the people who have changed my life