I'm too different. I thought things would change once I returned to school, that maybe--just maybe--I'd have a shot of being like all of the other kids, but things only got worse. The differences only grew larger, and I found myself even further from normalcy than ever before. Something must be fundamentally wrong with me, and it becomes very apparent through my awkward interactions with others. For example, whenever Marid tries to talk to me about girls, my stomach twists and turns in dismay even though I'm sure it shouldn't. The topic makes me think of Sahar, the woman I'm going to take as my wife, and the pressure of it all makes me want to gag rather than revel in happiness like I should. Marid always tells me I'm lucky for having so many girls around me, but I couldn't disagree more.
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𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐆𝐚𝐲 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭
Romance❝ When I walk into a room full of people, I always look for you first ❞ ஐ In which Zaki Hadad, a gay Saudi Arabian teen, struggles to accept himself in an oppressive society and outlets his feelings into his journal.
