Hey everyone, life is shitty, so it’s time for a rant!
For nearly ten years, my parents forced me to compete in local swim teams. I always hated it, and was always vocal about it, but they didn’t care. Not too long ago, they finally let me quit. All it took was the threat of suicide, which I was seriously considering at the time for several reasons. Today, I was guilted back into swimming by my sobbing mother who just wanted to see her little boy finish his senior swim season.
In other news, I’ve suddenly fallen pretty hard for a guy. He’s probably straight, but even if he isn’t, any relationship I pursue with him would result in my execution and subsequent trip to hell. I continue to daydream nonetheless, and hope God has mercy on my soul whenever I do die.
I also need to apply for college scholarships, because I still haven’t done that.