the tears are lingering right behind his eyeballs. he wants to break free of this torture they call grad year. he wants to stray far from the formal events and run away from it all. he is forced to stay, so he compromises and agrees to tuxes or suits. they push and push and push. they demand that he wears dresses and plays the female part. he wants to scream, to run, to cry. he can't seem to keep his emotions intact for long enough to follow through with anything. the time is running out, the stakes are getting higher, and the opposition is getting more stubborn.
even his mother's friends are more into the idea of him being allowed to wear such things. they understand him enough to see the need in his eyes. but then they hear her and they ask him to make her happy for one day. he's spent his entire life trying to make that bitch happy, he wants to do something completely selfish and for himself. he wants to do something in a way he feels comfortable.
he would be okay with the world ending before he got a chance to do anything if it meant he didn't have to put on a fucking dress and pretend to be an actual girl for no fucking reason. there is that much hatred in his heart for the oppression of the female bodied.
he doesn't know how to deal with such things. he tries to see the good in humanity and then it just comes back to them calling him such incorrect things. he cringes, he hopes they're talking to someone else, he wants to die.
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