the walls line the bullet holes.

it happens again. this may become a yearly thing. he makes plans to see someone for the first time practically all summer, then he gets called to set and his mother says yes when she knows he has plans. only this time it's worse. he has to be stuck wearing dresses ALL DAY LONG. for two whole days. then again, between the job and the set he does make about $250 in two weeks. not too bad. 
he feels like he's selling his soul. he takes it and provides disney with more fucking teens for slutty little 8-year-olds to idolize. he will never be proud of that. he provides the 'family' of Disney with an opportunity to force cis-genderedism on a queer little boi. he should be protesting, helping the children of tomorrow realize that it's okay not to be like the rest of them, that gayo is okayo. instead he'll smother his feelings and drag along his sketchbook to pass the time, give his something to do so he doesn't have to talk to those other Disney idiots. then he'll raid crafty.

all day, all he's really wanted to do is see her, take her by the hand and find a place where it's just them. he misses her so much he doesn't know quite how to deal with it anymore. he wants to share moments with her that he never really had with anyone else. he wants to bond with the curling smoke of an incense stick. that's all he can think of, what he can't get off his mind. he wants to find a way to comunicate and have every word completely understood. he wants her to know that she means more to him than he ever thought possible. 

on his adventure he came across a rather queer scene. a squirrel wanted to get down from a tree and roam about. there was a cat lazing around the bottom of said tree. all of a sudden, as he was passing by, the squirrel started screeching bloody murder to scare away the cat. still it stayed, eye fixated on its pray. after a good 5minutes of this game a second squirrel came to join the first. now there were two in the tree, trying to clear their path below. no matter what they were to do, the cat would not budge. with a soft chuckle, he continued on his way. 

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