I wish I could always be at the ice rink. School becomes more stressful with every passing day. Marid has continued to make more friends, expanding our group of friends to over 10 people. They only talk about girls and sports--but not ones like hockey. Marid said that hockey is for wusses, so I guess that's what I am. As they speak with one another I feel myself drift off and think about how alone I feel even though I'm surrounded by a copious number of people. I wanted more friends because I thought they'd make me feel like I belong, but instead I just feel even more isolated than before. Marid is the only person left who will talk to me, and usually it's just for my homework answers. Sometimes, during these times where I feel the most alone, I speak with Allah, but other times I feel too ashamed.
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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.
