Diary of a Gay (NOT!... well, maybe) Boy
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Original - Misc › Humour
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
13
Views:
2,715
Reviews:
28
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Diary of a Gay (NOT!... well, maybe) Boy
A/N: This is another story I\'ve started. This doesn\'t have any sex in it (yet...), but it might. It all depends on what you guys want. I don\'t mind incorporating sex scenes into this, so if you want, just go ahead and ask. But this is mainly a Young Adult story that (hopefully) shouldn\'t offend anyone. It\'s got humor, romance, and much more! Please read and review! Thanks all!
My whole life I’ve felt that I was different, but I never knew just how much. I mean, it just seemed like one day everything changed and I saw everything in a different light. Luckily, around the same time (or, well, sorta a few days before), I decided that perhaps I should keep a diary. Originally, I was using it to write all about my first year in high school, but that all changed the first weekend of high school. Let me start at the beginning, which really isn’t that interesting but it gets better.
August 24, my room
*sigh* School starts in a few days. I can’t believe summer went by so fast. I probably should start reading my summer reading books. It might be a bit helpful if I did that.
Nah. I’ll probably just get CliffsNotes off the net. Thank God for those or I’d never have passed my English classes. Sure, I’m good at writing, but there’s only so much of the grade that’s a writing portion and it’s not a whole lot. It’s not enough to bring up my grade. But whatever.
Ack, Mom’s calling. Gotta go.
August 24, later, in my room
Just got back from dinner. I had to set the table and get the drinks ready. We had burgers and fries tonight. So now, I’m back and sitting here on my bed, listening to Gwen Stefani. You know, she totally needs to go back to No Doubt. I mean, I love her solo stuff but she was a lot better with No Doubt. I hope she goes back soon.
Plus, WHY release a song that has the s-word in it like fifty billion times? You’ll have to edit it out and what’s the fun in that? There were way better singles on the album. But whatever.
Not much else to write about. High school starts in a few days and I’ll probably be all alone on the first day and never make any friends. Why am I so shy? Why do I—
Someone’s knocking. I gotta go. Can’t I just sit in my room and wallow in my own nervousness about the upcoming school year? Gosh.
August 24, even later, still in my room
Nothing important happened. Just my older sister wondering if I’d seen her lipstick; oh yeah, like I’d be harboring it somewhere in my room. I told her that sorry, I hadn’t seen it and she just left without a word. I swear, I TRY and help her and she doesn’t even thank me!
Whatever.
Anyway, perhaps I should introduce myself. Even though no one besides me will actually read this, I guess it’ll help somehow. So, here are my basic stats:
Name- Philip Blake
Age- 14
Height/Weight- 5’8/135 lbs.
Birthday- March 23
Class- soon-to-be freshman (oh, how exciting!)
Occupation- Student/Budding Writer
Hobbies- writing (DUH), singing, theatre, roller skating
Hmm, that’s really all I can think of to write about myself. It’s so short. I am pathetic. It’s almost 10pm now. I think I’ll go to bed.
August 24 10:30pm, in bed
I can’t sleep. I don’t know why. Well, actually I do. It’s because my damn brain won’t shut up. I hate it when this happens. My body wants to go to sleep, but my brain just stays awake and thinks about anything but sleep. Ergh. Will attempt to sleep again now.
11pm, still in bed and unfortunately awake
Still can’t sleep. Maybe if I made more of an effort and didn’t keep getting up to write in this, I might be able to get into some sort of state of sleep. Maybe I’ll try that.
1am
It didn’t work.
My whole life I’ve felt that I was different, but I never knew just how much. I mean, it just seemed like one day everything changed and I saw everything in a different light. Luckily, around the same time (or, well, sorta a few days before), I decided that perhaps I should keep a diary. Originally, I was using it to write all about my first year in high school, but that all changed the first weekend of high school. Let me start at the beginning, which really isn’t that interesting but it gets better.
August 24, my room
*sigh* School starts in a few days. I can’t believe summer went by so fast. I probably should start reading my summer reading books. It might be a bit helpful if I did that.
Nah. I’ll probably just get CliffsNotes off the net. Thank God for those or I’d never have passed my English classes. Sure, I’m good at writing, but there’s only so much of the grade that’s a writing portion and it’s not a whole lot. It’s not enough to bring up my grade. But whatever.
Ack, Mom’s calling. Gotta go.
August 24, later, in my room
Just got back from dinner. I had to set the table and get the drinks ready. We had burgers and fries tonight. So now, I’m back and sitting here on my bed, listening to Gwen Stefani. You know, she totally needs to go back to No Doubt. I mean, I love her solo stuff but she was a lot better with No Doubt. I hope she goes back soon.
Plus, WHY release a song that has the s-word in it like fifty billion times? You’ll have to edit it out and what’s the fun in that? There were way better singles on the album. But whatever.
Not much else to write about. High school starts in a few days and I’ll probably be all alone on the first day and never make any friends. Why am I so shy? Why do I—
Someone’s knocking. I gotta go. Can’t I just sit in my room and wallow in my own nervousness about the upcoming school year? Gosh.
August 24, even later, still in my room
Nothing important happened. Just my older sister wondering if I’d seen her lipstick; oh yeah, like I’d be harboring it somewhere in my room. I told her that sorry, I hadn’t seen it and she just left without a word. I swear, I TRY and help her and she doesn’t even thank me!
Whatever.
Anyway, perhaps I should introduce myself. Even though no one besides me will actually read this, I guess it’ll help somehow. So, here are my basic stats:
Name- Philip Blake
Age- 14
Height/Weight- 5’8/135 lbs.
Birthday- March 23
Class- soon-to-be freshman (oh, how exciting!)
Occupation- Student/Budding Writer
Hobbies- writing (DUH), singing, theatre, roller skating
Hmm, that’s really all I can think of to write about myself. It’s so short. I am pathetic. It’s almost 10pm now. I think I’ll go to bed.
August 24 10:30pm, in bed
I can’t sleep. I don’t know why. Well, actually I do. It’s because my damn brain won’t shut up. I hate it when this happens. My body wants to go to sleep, but my brain just stays awake and thinks about anything but sleep. Ergh. Will attempt to sleep again now.
11pm, still in bed and unfortunately awake
Still can’t sleep. Maybe if I made more of an effort and didn’t keep getting up to write in this, I might be able to get into some sort of state of sleep. Maybe I’ll try that.
1am
It didn’t work.