Dear Bully,

I walk down the hall.

You come up behind me.

You knock my books out of my hands and put me in a headlock.

"How's it goin', Faggot? You fuck your boyfriend this morning or leave him hanging?" He said. "Why don't you go kill yourself?"

I didn't reply.

Maybe you are right.

Do I act like a faggot?

Love,
Jance