Last year a friend of mine on discord confessed his feelings for me, and I had to turn down because I wasn’t gay, the guilt eats me alive because I never wanted to be the reason someone suffered. I haven’t talked to him since the death of my uncle, and now I’m scared he may hate me. He’s been through a living hell all his life, and to know I also hurt him makes me feel like I’m the biggest pile of s*** in the world. I wish I was gay so he didn’t have to suffer, but I’m not. I couldn’t be even if I tried.
