Im not homo
I was only nine years old. I loved Goot so much, I had all the emojis and Jolteons. I'd pray to Goot every night before I go to bed, thanking for the life I've been given. "Goot is love", I would say, "Goot is life". My dad hears me and calls me a Jolteonfucker. I knew he was just jealous for my devotion of Goot. I called him a cargoist. He slaps me and sends me to go to sleep. I'm crying now and my face hurts. I lay in bed and it's really cold. A warmth is moving towards me.