It's been months, but my anger towards Amir still hasn't subsided. Why wouldn't he tell me that he's moving back to America? Why would he admit to me his sinful ways? Things between us have grown uncomfortable to the point of us not hanging out anymore--I've even seen him begin to hang around Marid and his cronies once again. Whatever, not like I'd want to hang out with someone like him anyway.
Speaking of which, I tried to keep my writing as unbiased and professional as possible during my last entry, but I found it so hard to not scratch away at the page writing cruel and unusual things about the man who I once thought was perfect. People like him were hanged in my country, and I'd be damned if I spent another second with him. I don't want him to make me stray from my path. After all, I'm not like him, and I never will be.
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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.
