Well,...

Well, just got done crying. Grandpa Cain died yesterday at about 6AM. We just found out, though. My mom called me into her room and was crying. I asked her what happened and she told me. I didn’t really cry that much until she told me that he had thought of me like one of his grandsons and he wanted me to turn out to be someone to be proud of. I wonder…would he…Grandma Cain, or the Delany family still love me the same or neglect me if they found out I was gay. These things make me wonder and scare me. As my mom said, she’s all I have. And the only family I have is the Cains and the Delanys. That’s really sad. I have a huge family on my mom’s side and probably on my dad’s (Scott’s) too. Then, I’ve got Harold’s family But none of them really like me—or my mom. Why do people hate? What can be that bad? I’ll never know. I’ll have a loving family. One day. How I go upon doing that, I don’t know. It’ll be hard because I’m gay. I guess I’ll fall back on…friends. And the Delanys.