it was when i was 14. he invited me over to his house. i was excited because i didnt have friends back then and no one ever invited me to their house. i went and he straight up started touching me in weird places.
This is one of the dumbest things in the world. Tons of kids get bullied everyday, but you don't see every single one of them setting themselves on fire.
i dont feel bad for him, just disgust. we all have a choice, and if you choose the route, than i care less than nothing for you. my father commited suicide the same way and ive nearly attempted it, until i realised how weak you have to be to make that choice.
I've always wanted to say that i'm gay so people would stop bullying me, because i feel that if they find out i'm actually gay they'll feel bad. But that may be giving them too much credit.