Dear Diary, Journal, Autobiography, or whatever,
There are only 10 days left of summer and I literally can't do anything. My parents both decided to take a week off from their jobs so my plans of being home alone are no longer possible and now I'm stuck with them telling me what to do at all hours of the day. I was planning on listening to my gay boi music on my new speaker and doing whatever I wanted to do, but now I'm stuck with locking myself in my room with my earphones on.
Also, I think I'm gonna get over my crush. He was cute and good with kids but alas (lol who do I think I am using words like "alas," trying to sound smart) we would never happen.
We were like Romeo and Juliet.
Jk lmao, but yeah, so I guess I have to move on or whatever. It probably won't be hard because I'll start crushing hard on some other straight boy, again.
I just realized all the guys I liked are straight (or not out ya never know).
-my neighbor who is a year older than me
-a skinny fuck boy who used to treat me like a younger brother, ugh worse than the friend zone
-this guy I had a dream about where we started dating, did drugs, then overdosed like Amelia Sheppard and her dead fiancé
-my latest crush who I saw a lot and brought me to parties but then ditched me
YOU ARE READING
In The Closet
Non-FictionThoughts of a gay boy who is not out. Whether this is my autobiography or my journal, the world may never effing know. (Contains sad, happy, and mad thoughts/content so beware lol)
