studying the holocaust...

I hate studying the holocaust like this. But what i hate more is being tested on the facts. I understand what happened. I don't need to be tested on all the little details just for the sake of me getting a grade because it's really not about me getting a grade. it's hard for some kids to look beyond school, but for me it's about learning things for the sake of understanding. yeah i go along with the whole school deal and study those stupid in-depth explanations and i memorize facts, but that's not what it's about for me. i hate that. it's about all those people that died. it's about remembering. it's about prevention and it's about getting the message. i understand. isn't that enough?

ANGRY.

You all kill me.
every. time.
when you say "that's gay" or "he's gay" as if it were an insult. you've all become a cult of careless, heartless fools. saying it to be "cool"? or to come back at a diss?
you don't take the time to notice that your words hurt, leaving me in the dirt.
saying it to fit in? what you think is light causes a battle, a fight, within. you don't sin? come again? you grin while you cause someone pain. i think it's insane that you've boarded the train so that you could gain, what exactly?
using someone's identity to replace the word "stupid." and i know you're no cupid, but you could at least try to spread the love.
and before you say you don't mean it that way: listen. think. feel the pain that strikes the ears of those who really hear, shooting the souls of those who know and understand--those who care. you don't.
although we may not say it, we feel it, yes i feel it, and yes, it does hurt.
every. time.
you all kill me.