I watched Brokeback Mountain last night, and I just can't stop thinking about it. I don't know how to put my feelings into words about that movie, but I feel an overwhelming sense of depression and sadness whenever I focus on it again. I loved it, it was a great movie, but it was so damn sad. I love sad movies the most though, it is a great release from the happy endings we are always so used to seeing in the cinema and what not. But anyway, Brokeback Mountain was so beautiful, and Jake Gyllenhaal was so freakin hot, but it makes me sad to know that even from 1963, not much has changed when it comes to the gay community. Sure, there are more gay rights and some people are more open, but in states such as Wyoming and such, there is still so much hatred. Why, just the other day, my friend got beaten up while he was walking downtown with his boyfriend. He came to work with an enormous black eye, scratches and dried blood all over his face and an expression of sadness. They had to send him home because he couldn't work like that, but everyone knew the reason he got beat up for it was for being gay. When I saw him, I got scared and sad. The street he walked down was the same street I walk down every single night and I knew they probably wouldn't beat me up personally, but the fact that such evil occurred there made me sick to my stomach.

I also had a dream about my math teacher from last term. I don't know why I always think about him, but in my dream I wanted to ask him for help on my homework and for some reason I was crying a lot, and when I went up to him to ask for help, he rejected me and said he didn't have any time to help me. It was very depressing.

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