sometimes it gets a little hard to remember that not everyone feels more comfortable without gender labels or assumptions in sexuality, that in a group of physical females most of them identify as female. they tend to assume that everyone else does too. this is when hanging out with friends and watching a movie turns into a "girls' night". he winces at the word, that he's considered part of it. he's a little more comfortable that he's not the only one who doesn't really want anything to do with gushy, girly movies. he starts to feel a little more at home with this girl around, he missed her. he's starting to worry that he's losing her to drinking and partying. he just doesn't know what to think anymore, too many early mornings for work make his mind shut off.
he doesn't know what he's going to do about coming out at school. people respect that he doesn't give a fuck what others think and is just really open about his supreme queerness, but he feels like he's lying to them, that's not completely who he is. he is so much more than just a sexual minority, he's too fucked up gender-wise to really have a label.
he feels the weight of yet another day in his bones. every bit of stress and worry he has, has been placed on at once it seems. there's no escape but beneath the covers of the warm pls e they call bed, the sleeping time is important. zzzzzzzzzzz
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