Being gay while attending a toxic school was hard.

Piercing slurs and endless rants were a constant — and while you were able to control your temper, it took its own course sometimes.

Like now. Clusters of students' spewing slurs had resulted in your knuckles bloodied and being hauled to the principals office before being whisked to the car by Lizzie.

"What were you thinking, baby?" The sound of your mom's voice barely registered to your ears, but you knew she was mad despite her concern.