Me one second: I’m still so lonely, downtrodden, and blue about being gay sometimes. Like, I’m going to end up utterly alone for sure and I must accept my miserable fate.
Me after a gay girl pays the slightest amount of attention to me: being gay is great, you know? Girls are just so pretty and fantastic. I talked to this one girl today and, like, sure… All we did was agree that Vonnegut is great, but it was really special, ya know?