But when do I get to be happy?
I hate it when you really need to talk to a friend about something important because you feel like your world is crashing down on you but they act like you don’t exist until their problems occur.
I feel it on my face, in my cheeks.
I feel it inside my arms.
I feel in my stomach, all over.
I feel it in my legs, in my thighs especially.
I see it on my face, and on my neck.
I see it on my upper arms and on my back.
I see it on my stomach,where I should see ribs and hip bones.
I see it…
sometimes i forget how gay i am
I’ve saved this since March to post.