I like a boy, but I am also a boy, so I write a diary every day about my crush. Finally one day, I got up the courage to confess to him, but he thought homosexuality was disgusting and said disgusting things to me in public. He also told my mother about it. My mother looked at me with contempt and sent me to a rehabilitation center. I kept the diary until one day I came out of the rehabilitation center and I felt like a different person. On my way home, I saw the boy I had a crush on going shopping with another boy. They behaved very intimately. That night, I committed suicide by jumping off the building.
Intention: I don't know