I need one of those days. You know those days where that random person smiles at you, genuinely, and you think 'wow, maybe today isn't totally shit'. I've had only one of those days. Ever. Then again, maybe it was just because he was cute. I don't know anymore; I'm so confused.

But I need one of those days. I'm starting to feel like I'm caving in on myself. Like I'm crumbling under the pressure of the silence weighing down on me. It's a vast expanse of emptiness, let me tell you, and it weighs a fucking tonne. I don't know how much longer I can keep playing the role of Atlas to all these secrets.

I just need one of those days. You know, those days where you rescue me? Where the words get spoken and silence lets go? 'Cause I need help. And I've got no heroes left.

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Joe's 21st tomorrow night. Eep.

Eep, I say.
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Hum... it's not about a step toward coming out, though. Jason has more (and maybe bigger) problems than coming out. He's trapped down in other people's expectations, he doesn't actually MAKE CHOICES, he simply does what his parents expect of him.

He knows his father won't be pleased with him for acting, and he does it anyway. That's a huge step, not so much in coming out but just in learning to be his own person.
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