Avery talked to me today.
But he didn't call me "fag" or "loser." He called me by my real name.
It's been a long time since anyone's called me Marcus... not in two years, since I came out. The word that seemed to have been lost just rolled so easily off his tongue.
It was strange, but I liked it.
The conversation, it was just simple stuff. Schoolwork, classes, etc.
So why am I feeling like this?
Don't answer, Death. I know why.
I think I'm just embarrassed to say it.
I cut today, but I didn't feel like trying to kill myself. I'm think going to hold off for a little bit. This dark room, with its single grimy window and flickering light bulb, I think I can survive it a little longer.
To see how this plays out with Avery.
Alright?
