Ever since my younger brother admited to be gay things have been weird..
I caught my mom crying the other night in her room, she tried to make little noise but I knew she was crying..
I can't stop rewinding events from our childhood, trying to make sense of things, you know?
I keep remembering and I don't think he ever gave much indication that he was gay.. I mean, he used to play with girl toys, he had a bunch of dolls but we always took it as a goof..
A few months ago I even found a poem he wrote to some girl named Diana Martins and I dunno.. Like, what kind of guy writes poems in his spare time right? Though I make comics..
But he seems determined to porsue this new life and all I can do is support in any way I can. Defending him from bullies and whatnot.. Man, I'm tired.