Joe walked down the street, his eyes looking at the joyfulness and happiness, it disgusted him, there was the ocasional joy he experienced, but it never mattered, Christmas was disgusting to him, he said it and will say it again, it disgusted him.

He walked through the crowds of people, looking how happy they were. He felt sad his only crush ever was Miles (not counting the people he dated/ liked online), but that never worked out for him. He was with Ansel after all. He did in fact tell Miles a week prior he had feelings for him but he never expected for them to be an item and he was right.

He started getting depressed, but he had no time for therapy, or to stand still at all, physically or mentally.

He slowly walked home his parents left for the weekend, like usual  he was home alone the two days before christmas, how would he ever get a boyfriend...