James P. Being Accepted For Me.

I remember growing up and knowing I was different it was so evident to me but not to anyone around me. I was like any little boy, Joyful, friendly, and carefree. I would have a group of friends like many others but sometimes, it would all seem different. I didn’t just want to hang out…

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Vee. A Letter To Those Kids Too Much Like Me.

Dear every teenager who is too much like the old me. You will be judged one day, by whatever that force may be, your actions you chose to live by may very well be your doom. You know that classic line from movies, when they are teaching someone to shoot in a hurry? “point and…