I rested my head on the cool metal of my locker. I was at a loss for words.

I got a stiffie. Over a boy.

To be fair, he was cute.

Jesus. That doesn't make it right. At all.

I didn't hate gays. I would myself apathetic towards them, if anything.

But I'm not one, and that's what makes it wrong. I was glad when the bell rang. I had something to distract myself.

In the middle of class, Adrian walked in, and as usual, extremely late. 

The teacher looked at him as if it was his first time doing this. For the rest of the class, she gave as a lecture on how important not being late to school is, as always. And she spent the rest of the class doing so, as always. And we praised the Lord for how lucky we are to get a 90 something teacher, as always.

As always. I like that phrase. It made me remember how boring my life was.

I wanted to cry, for the first time in 5 years.