Beep Beep Beep … I wake up. I don’t think I can do this anymore… “Tomorrow is Sunday!” I get dressed, get stressed and almost start to cry. *whistle* But I must keep going. Just a few more days, months, years and then I’m gonna die. There is this thought, almost a voice, inside my head, which seems to tell me I shouldn’t go to school. Just lay in bed all day, I´m never gonna make it anyway. “A Beetroot!” But I must. They would laugh at me, think I am lazy, they just wouldn’t understand. What am I without being great? “Oh no!” I must go. I couldn’t look anybody in the eye if I was late. I know I have homework but didn’t do it anyway. And this test, that I have, I’m not gonna pass anyway. Didn’t do anything in class, listened just half of the time, just waiting for it to end. I arrive in school and already wanna go home. But that’s not an option, for me anyways. I head in “I’m hetero!” No, I’m not. I think to myself “Good morning Tomorrow is Sunday! Guys”