inside a zoo.

another late night out for improv. he doesn't even enjoy the events anymore, at least not with that group of people and their lack of caring. he wishes he could at least be at a school where they bother to do the events right and care enough to try if he has to be put through it. he just knows he can't enjoy it, even being the last one with those people. so he doesn't. and then he can't even be allowed to go to DQ and get icecream wit the rest of them. there's no point in him being in the shows if he isn't allowed to go to any afterparties or food get-togethers. he's tired of putting in so much work and never getting a break from it. it's always more and more that everyone wants, no matter how much he gives. he's drawn out to the very last strings, praying to hold on until marks cutoff is done with. all he's asking for is a little sleep and a little bit of a break to go and live life a little bit. he's been forced into a life of sobriety and rules, not really breaking free for years.  every time he goes to close his eyes, he keeps picturing how things could be if he was allowed to be himself without any of these silly masks put on by gender, sex, sexuality assumptions, without playing the part he seems to think they're looking for. <3 <3