I hate to admit it, but Marid makes me feel scared to go to school every day. I feel pathetic for saying so, considering I still hang out with him and his friends regardless of this uneasy feeling, but I hope that one day someone will somehow free me of the binds that tie me to Marid. For now, I'll smile and laugh along with all of their jokes even though an invisible force grabs my heart and crushes it into thousands of tiny pieces. For now, I'll follow behind Marid everywhere he goes in case he is in need of my assistance, as if I am the equivalent of his servant. For now, I'll suffer as the brightness inside of me is swallowed whole by an inescapable darkness--or rather, nothingness--that seems to have the intentions of entirely consuming me until nothing is left. For now, I wait. Allah, please save me from myself.
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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.
