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“You’re going to be okay.”
accountabilibuddy.”
OMG hahaha!!
“But don’t you think you deserve to live openly as yourself?”
I have a Calc and an English test, plus an essay on Chaucer and a lab to get ready for in Chemistry. All in one week. It’s like Thomas, Mrs. Williams, and Mrs. Kurtz got together to see what would lead to the quickest emotional breakdown from me. Joke’s on them, because I already know it won’t take much.
“Can’t spell ‘subtext’ without ‘butt sex.’”
LMFAO! Nathan cracks me up!
Silence surrounds us again, but it definitely isn’t the bad kind. I don’t know how to describe it, but it feels comfortable. Like we don’t have to say anything right now. We’re enough for each other. At least in this moment.
I knew no matter where I went, I’d never be able to really go out dressed how I wanted to. Boys aren’t supposed to wear dresses. Even if I’m not a boy, even if clothing shouldn’t be gendered. Whenever anyone looks at me, that’s all they’ll see.
Like who you’re attracted to and who you are as a person are two totally different things.
Labels can help people find common ground, can help them connect, with themselves and other people.
“Well, the medication isn’t a permanent fix, Ben, as much as we’d like it to be. It’s there to help balance you out, but it doesn’t get rid of the anxiety.”
“Cross your heart and hope he’s bi?”
I love that lol
“Easy people are boring.”
“You’ve let your hair get too long” is the first thing Dad says. “I like it this way,” I say, touching the ends. It’s not quite to my shoulders yet, but Sophie says I’m like a walking stalk of broccoli. Meleika said cauliflower, because of how pale I am.
I look down at his hand, settled so close to mine, and I can’t resist. My own hand settles around his. That warmth, it’s so much different from Mom’s. I want this kind. I feel like I need it. To ground me if nothing else.
I feel the brush of his fingers, and I’m all too happy to take his hand again. We don’t acknowledge. Neither of us look down, or tighten our grips, or say anything. Because we don’t have to.
I want to believe they’ve changed, but I truly don’t think they have. I think this sort of change is beyond them. They aren’t mature enough to have grown on their own.
Love at first anxiety attack
Me: I don’t want to hurt him Me: And I don’t want him to hurt me. Mariam: sometimes it’s worth it Mariam: Never know until you try right?
“Be sad, hell, sit in bed all weekend and just watch Netflix. I’ve had those times too. But don’t stop living your life for them.”
“I’m just wondering what the point is.” “Well, that’s the real question, isn’t it?”
When I’m with him, it already feels like I’m out, that he knows. Because he makes me feel more like myself than anyone I’ve ever known.
