Life is really shitty, just gonna say that now.
I had recently just broke up with my boyfriend, Elliot. Since we are both in the closet it didn't really work out. That didn't stop me from getting depressed after the whole thing. I wouldn't go out of my room for any other reason than food, school, and the bathroom. After a few weeks my parents noticed and called me downstairs for a talk. I begrudingly sat on the light coloured sofa across from them. "Hey sweetheart, we've noticed you're a little down lately. Is something wrong?" my mother said, wearing the cross necklace she had for years now. Both my mum and dad were super religious, so I can't really say 'Oh yeah my boyfriend and I broke up' without getting baptised in my kitchen sink. "Mark, you know you can tell us anything." "Not really dad.." I mumbled under my breath. "Markie honey, what could be so bad that you can't tell us?" I was starting to get really...