So tomorrow is the first day of high school and I’m not sure what to expect. Usually, one would probably be excited (or worried as because they had a load of summer work to do and waited until the last day to do it), but I’m just, ugh.

Yup, that describes my feelings pretty well. Ugh.

Why “ugh”, you ask?

All throughout middle school I was always thought of as gay. A pretty boy. A guy who likes guys. A queer.

Do you know how many times I’ve been mistaken as a girl in middle school?

Forty-six times.

Forty-ing-six times.

Yes, I counted.

Nearly all my teachers had mistaken me for a girl, and my classmates were just plain about it. They’d say (rather stupid) things like:

“Oh hey Lulu, oh--oops, forgot you were a guy.”

“How’s your girlfriend? Oh wait, I meant boyfriend.”

“Been a lately?”

Haha, so funny (My personal favorite was that last one, quoted by the great dickhead himself Jongin).

All the girls thought I was cute--which might sound great, but they thought I was, and I quote from some girl I heard in the hallway talking about me, “too cute.” Too cute to be straight, that is.

Well, for your ing information, I am not "cute." I am as manly as hell. If there was a contest for manliness I would win by a landslide. Heck, I might as well be the manliest man on earth. Or even the manliest man in the universe.

And (getting back to the subject), on top of that, I have no friends.

Literally.

None.

Zero.

I hate everyone.

And I’m tired of everyone’s .

I mean, I guess I’m kind of excited. Maybe. A little bit. A tiny bit. Not really. Actually, no, I’m not.

But I’m trying to hope that things will be better this year.

I mean, there are going to be new students this year. And some of the s from middle school had transferred out. Maybe things won’t be as ty as middle school. Maybe I’ll actually be able to make some friends. Maybe people will stop calling me gay. Maybe people will stop mistaking me as a girl. Maybe people will stop calling me…”cute.”

Maybe.