It feels like I'm mourning but not yet.
I don't know what's wrong with me.
Maybe it's because I haven't been sleeping well lately.
Maybe it's because I need marzipan.
Maybe it's because being a closeted straight boy has finally taken it's toll on me, and I need to come out and face the fact that I am not fabulously gay.
No... I don't know if I'm ready to face that horrible beast right now. I can't -- I just can't. It may just destroy me... or completely simply my life...