I hate myself sometimes, like REALLY hate myself. Cause like in the locker room today, all the guys were talking smack about this kid from another school who like, writes poems? And I just... I laughed along. I even said something stupid like "what a dweeb" even though I was just reading a book of poems by that Robert Frost guy last night, like under my bed covers with a flashlight cause I didn't want anyone to see it, especially not my dad or my brothers, or god FORBID any of the guys on the team. It just feels so... lame. Like if anyone found out, especially in this town, I’d be SO done.