The eternal buzzing of children about nonsensical rubbish, the saturated air that matched the sticky tables; I can't breathe. “It has to come out,” I thought to myself. The buzzing turned into a large ball of white noise, it was unbearable since it was ceaseless and I felt like I was trap in a sea of incessant wasps. I needed to break free. “I am gay.” I blurted out. Everyone looked at me dead center. The sudden glares and audible...