Camp Closeted

I couldn't handle reading my DM's without gaining the urge to painfully cringe.

"Hey bro, I heard the rumor and I lowkey wanna smash."

"Ew why are you gay? I had the biggest crush on you."

"You prove that the hottest ones are always gay."

"Can you likes totes be my GBF? I'll let you shop for me!"

"Dude you're going to hell. That shit is so fucking nasty."

"I'll pray for you to be straight again because being gay is a choice and is a very wrong one."

This is so ridiculous. I just deeply sighed to myself as the messages progressively got more hateful making me go to my settings and permanently deleting all of my social media. I then buried my phone into my pocket with an exhausted sigh.

"Mom, I don't think I'm ready. I look like a mess from crying yesterday and I've been stress eating. I feel like I'll be judged in that camp." I tiredly spoke as I ran my hand through my hair, proceeding to throw on my hoodie so people don't see how much of a washed up rat I look today.

My mom quickly replied as she turned the car engine on, the radio starting to play in the background. "You look fine, get over it. This camp is meant to be a place for you to be comfortable and meet people without having to worry about your outfit or how good you look. You'll be okay Micah." She threw me a small comforting smile, then finally beginning to drive.

right." I sighed deeply, dramatically looking out the car window

my mind as sides of the road progressively got more enveloped by mother nature. Tall evergreen trees stood high as my eyes met them, the

help but close my eyes as we passed by a huge sign that said

exclaimed, smiling at the passing sign.

fixed my posture on the car seat to get a better look at my surroundings. "I

I'm sure of it." She

is it?" I raised an

other guys for a very long time." She let out suspiciously. "And, I mean for a very long

your point?" I let out, my

she wants to say. "Just promise

some reason. "I'm not gonna be

clicked her mouth. "You never know! You could find another guy you

for this subject being brought up, hoping the conversation was over and finally

"I'm sorry Micah." Her eyes glanced at me and on the road. "Has anyone from school showed support after

I don't need anyone's sympathy. I'm just going to be myself, and if they don't like

mom threw me a proud smile as she nodded her head. "That's right. I