Chapter One: Feeling Alone
I wanna run away from it all, my parents just don’t get me they don’t get that i don’t want to go to college to become a Doctor I have told them that ten times a day that I want to be a rock star but they just say Solomon come up with a more realistic goal, being a Rock Star isn’t a realistic goal and you know it, your going to college to become a Doctor and your going to like it my parents always say that and we always have a big argument because of it and we don’t talk for the rest of the day once we didn’t talk a whole month yeah I know harsh right? I love my parents but they can be such assholes, why do I have to be a stupid dumb Doctor?.
I don’t want to be a Doctor besides being a Rock Star is a realistic goal how can it not be? My parents wouldn’t have to pay for college expenses and I would be happy, I guess my happiness don’t matter to them I really hate how my parents treat me, I am 16 but you wouldn’t think that with the way my parents treat me they are snobby bible thumping hippocrates they are super religious and don’t treat me like I am a teenager or even like I am there son they treat me more like a kid then anything else sometimes even worse then that but you know what I take it like a man, I am not allowed to have friends who are non Christian or gay because they don’t approve of there lifestyles, what they don’t know is I am friends with a guy who is gay and have been for 2 years now if they ever found out they would be so pissed and would probably send me away to a Christian camp I would run away for sure if that ever happened they claim they know me but they don’t, I have to dress the way they tell me to dress in fact my mom comes in my room and lays my clothes out for me, how insane is that?! So I don’t even get to pick what I want to wear I am 16 for fuck sakes and I am treated like a 2yr old I am surprised my parents don’t feed me I have to wear dress pants and and a dress shirt everyday I don’t even go to a school that has a dress code so why wear dress pants and a dress shirt? I get made fun of for it not that being made fun of bothers me or anything but the name calling does I get called a fag because of the way I dress and because of the friend I hang out with and because somehow a student found out my secret and now I am getting shit for that too I don’t want to tell my secret now because my parents would freak out they will find out sooner or later I prefer much later, i don’t get privacy they will read my diary anyway I know they will so I try to keep things at a minimum and not mention anything that would make them mad like the not being friends with a non Christian or person who is gay those two are big don’t do’s they’ll find out about that sooner or later so why not sooner then later? But hey they might be in a good mood um yeah right when have they ever been in a good mood around me?
I always seem to make them angry no matter what I do or say it isn’t good enough for them, I wish I had an older sister or brother but my mom can’t have anymore children I am kinda glad anyway because my parents wouldn’t like them either if they don’t like me so much then why did they even planned to have me come into this hellhole of a life?.
My parents are going to be the death of me with there constant nagging and babying I just wish that they will let me grow up let me make my own mistakes
Well I better go my mom is calling me for dinner and my dad works late so I don’t know when he’ll be home.
( Authors note: this is a lot different then I am used to writing so I am sorry for the cussing and stuff like that also fair warning this story will probably have a few more cuss words I don’t overly use them but Solomon does have a potty mouth and his parents aren’t the best in the world so his going to have his angry spells I know I would if I had parents like his, also I didn’t like putting the word fag but Solomon is dealing with being called that word so it has to be used it is for story purposes only I won’t be using the diary format throughout his story but in this chapter I do because I felt that Solomon would be the type of teen to write in this diary from time to time, don’t worry I will add some pictures but I don’t have any right now and wanted to write this before I had forgotten what I wanted to write I do that a lot so i am going to try and write when I think of something to add to my story.)