guess who's back.

he watches life from the outside, peering into what teenaged times are supposed to be. he hears everything through the grapevine. he's been watching from the shadows, reading their unwritten stories. finally he's had them write down the stories, open up in a way that feels safe. he's ready to join those of the living, ready to amount to something. then it hits him: his cis-chick friend can get top surgery just because she feels like it while he's spent nights crying over the chest bits that won't go away on their own and he knows he may never get the funds together to have it rectified. it hurts. for once he just wishes he had a way of passing, a body that didn't give him away at first glance. so he curls up to sleep, hoping to forget yet another day, a day he made it through intact... for the most part.  <3 <3