don't know when I'll be back again.

all he really wants is a chance to be recognized as something at least close to his 'gender'. he's tired of the same people using female pronouns for him without even trying to do any different. they don't care enough to listen to him, thinking they aren't doing anything wrong when it kills him inside. they call him woman when they address him, expecting him to just sit back. it tugs at his heart, he knows he should fight back, he should take a stand. he's too afraid to cause any commotion amongst them to correct their mistakes. he's just too nice to say anything.  he's leaving in the morning, attempting to get work done while on a trip. he should know better, yet he keeps trying to push himself harder and harder. he's breaking down, but with deadlines around the corner it's hardly the time to be having a crisis. he'll hold it in as much as he can until he's ready to explode. the stress just keeps on building.  <3 <3