My Friends Wonder Why I Hide Shit About Myself But Like This Kid And This Teacher Knew I Was German.

My friends wonder why I hide shit about myself but like this kid and this teacher knew I was german.

AND

This kid was in my science class too and had the AUDACITY to get mad when I said I didn't like him. He asked me if I liked him and I said without hesitation "No" and he was upset. He said I should like him. But I wasn't taking it. I said "I don't care what you think. I don't like you. And I don't have to explain myself to you."

First off why the fuck would I like you. I don't care if it's platonically or romantically. This kid literally hurt me too. I don't are if it was accidental. You shouldnt have been phisically fighting with someone in class in the first place.

Second off I don't even know you. I never bothered to know who the "popular" kids were.

Third off this happened THE SAME DAY as him calling all germans corrupt.

Just remembered that time some old white lady in North Carolina cursed me out and threatened me because I’m from New Jersey.

I literally didn’t do shit to her. I was lost in a Walmart looking for a Christmas present for my cousin and she came up to me and asked me what I was looking for.

“Oh, I’m looking for a present for my cousin.”

Her whole demeanor changed when I spoke cause of my accent (I know I have a very strong New Jersey accent, people tell me all the time).

“Are you from New York?”

“No, I’m actually from New Jersey.”

She just started cursing me out, calling me a Yankee and shit. I’m just standing there so confused trying not to cry. Normally, I would’ve cursed right back at her, but I was too shocked. So I just stood there.

What am I even supposed to say to that? I was just so confused. She literally said, “Go die, Northern trash” to me. How am I supposed to respond to that?

And, best of all, there are only four spots

Remus had to take over Roman’s spot remember.

Which leaves us which one question: where does Logan go now?

Logan's spot used to be in front of the stairs before Virgil became a character. Virgil quite literally took Logan's spot.

And then Janus started to become accepted when he was in Logan's spot.

Damn, Logan must be sick of having other sides literally take his place.

Fuck my geometry teacher.

We have exams coming up next week. Tuesday for his class. And he decides its a good idea to have us do a TEST and give us more HOMEWORK. What the actual fuck. We have EXAMS. What made him think it was a good idea?!

Anyways, how's your day going?

I'm mad about the new video.

That's all you need to know.

Except about Roman getting love and Thomas being happy.

That I love

But we ALL know all the fanders are going to talk about Virgil

And Prinxiety

I have a thought

So the next episode is most likely going to be a Roman episode, right?

Well imagine it focuses on stuff Roman likes so he feels better. And they bring up Harry Potter and one of them says "It's Sirius's birthday! Can we celebrate it/do something for it? I mean we don't have anything to do today anyways."

And Logan stares at them.

He doesn't say a word but he's hurt.

His birthday so didn't matter to them-

You know what would be funny? If the new Asides episode was set to come out on a significant date.

Like, I don't know, Halloween.

Or maybe... November 3rd?

Holy shit! That kid better not have done what I thought he did!

And who found him stepping off the chair?

If it was a sibling, I will probably cry!

Logan Ramirez- Suicide by hanging- Age ten

I mean, this is gonna be a fucked up story because I graciously gifted young, sweet, innocent Logan with the most fucked up backstory.

TW: Child abuse, alcohol mention, violence, blood, rape, bullying, homophobia, racism, self harm, suicide.

The blood soaked straight through the black cotton sleeves of Logan's jacket. He had tried to make it stop before he left for school, but failed and immediately regretted cutting right before school. Remy saw it the second he noticed Logan. He grabbed his arm and rolled his sleeve back.

"Logan, please..." he begged him to listen. Logan pulled his arm away.

"Remy, I don't think there's anything you or I could do to fix this." It was true, anyone could see it. Logan Ramirez was so far gone that nobody would ever get him back. Logan was suddenly thrown into a locker. He felt warm blood soak the back of his jacket.

At least it'll match the sleeves now, Logan thought.

"Hey, whore!" the eighth grader who'd pinned him against the locker sneered. "What happened to your arm? Is your mama beating you?"

"No, I did it to myself," Logan deadpanned. No reason to hide it anymore. Nobody would care anyway. The boy pushed him harder against the locker and got right in his face.

"Yeah, faggot? You cut yourself? Why?" Logan didn't answer. He didn't even look the boy in the eyes. He didn't cry or scream. He remained silent. The boy threw him to the floor and someone else threw Remy down. A group of kids surrounded them, laughing at them.

"Go to hell, faggots!" A girl's voice called.

"Nobody wants you here, brownies!" Another voice called. Everyone laughed. Remy cried. Logan's expression didn't change in the slightest. Logan silently and emotionlessly took the beat down he was getting. When the hallway cleared, he and Remy ran to the bathroom, which was empty, thank God. They attempted to clean up the blood, but knew it was hopeless at that point. It had already soaked through their clothes and they were all bruised up anyway. They heard the door open and Remy paled with fear.

The boy was older, maybe seventh grade. He locked eyes with Logan and lunged at him, pinning him to the wall.

"Get off of him!" Remy shouted.

"Shut it!"

"Remy, don't-" The boy covered Logan's mouth until Logan stopped trying to talk. Remy ran from the bathroom to go ask for help, but nobody ever came back.

The older boy reached into Logan's pants.

"Yeah, I bet you like that, faggot! So robotic! Maybe you'll finally feel something. Fag!" Logan tried to remain emotionless. He'd been so good at being emotionless. He'd done so well at faking it. He hadn't shown any emotion in public for years.

But when the boy had pulled down his pants and started doing unspeakable things to him, Logan screamed.

"Ayudame! Remy, ayudame!"

But nobody ever came back.

Five minutes later, Logan was left on the bathroom floor alone, curled into himself, sobbing. He wanted to go home, but home was worse.

That afternoon, he walked home, completely numb for the first time. He'd always been great at hiding emotions, but he still felt them until now.

Logan's mother immediately ordered him to cook dinner for himself and his siblings, and he silently obeyed. An empty beer bottle narrowly missed his head and broke on the window.

"You can't do anything right!" she screamed. Logan remained silent. He couldn't make himself talk even if he wanted. She threw another beer bottle. This time, she hit him. Logan ignored the blood and started cleaning up the broken glass. She picked him up and started hitting him, all the while Logan didn't make a sound. He ran to his room the second he got a chance and broke down sobbing. Logan never wanted this. Then, his eyes fell on a long piece of thick rope. He didn't bother writing a note. Nobody, not even Remy, would care enough to read it.

Logan tied the rope to the ceiling, stood on his chair, and tied it around his neck. He stared out the window, tears still rolling down his cheeks. But now, he was smiling weakly. He heard someone run up the stairs.

"I'm sorry, Remy. I love you," he whispered. Just when the door burst open, Logan stepped off the chair.

-----

I'm sorry.

Projecting? No, not me. Of course not.

Ayudame translates to "help me".