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Joaquin: um hello
Joaquin: I'm texting Baxter's phone but I think it should technically be reaching Andreas
Joaquin: Please say it's working

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iMessage → Baxter(?)/ Andreas
Joaquin: um hello
Joaquin: I'm texting Baxter's phone but I think it should technically be reaching Andreas
Joaquin: Please say it's working
iMessage → Italian Sausage
Joaquin: Hey. It's me.
Joaquin: Are you back from Italy?
Joaquin: Wow, I should really change your name on my phone...
dear journal || a journal entry
Dear Journal,
I royally fucked up. Like SUPER ROYALLY fucked up.
Remember how I was doing shit with Andreas? And how I was basically using him and didn't let my conscious stop me from doing it?
Well last night he told me he had feelings for me. Genuine feelings. Like when I fucked him, he thought we were making love, but I was just... I just needed to let my frustration go. It felt so good, but not because I had feelings for him.
He's such a sweet guy, Journal. But he's not for me. I led him on and enabled his weird cuddles and never told him how I really felt about it all.
He looked so broken. So, so broken. I'm fucking trash.
But the worst part is...while I'm feeling like shit about everything I did to him, I'm even more scared that he's going to out me to the media.
I can't deal with that. I'm not ready. My parents will literally kill me. People will laugh or hate me. And normally I wouldn't care, but I would about this. God, I've always felt like I could never really be me. And this is part of who I am. And if I show that and people start to despise me for it... I don't know how I'll take it.
I tried to go to his house today. To apologize (probably not because I'm a FUCKING COWARD). To fix everything. But he had left to Italy. His parents looked at me like I was an alien so I just left.
I don't know what to do. I don't know what to say. AND FUCKING PAULO CALLED ME LAST NIGHT AND shit. I'm going to break down. I don't know how long I can last anymore.
I give myself 2 weeks. 2 weeks before I break down like a fucking baby and go to Brandon and cry my eyes out because I'm weak and I can't do anything that requires an ounce of bravery.
God knows how I'm gonna tell Vinny I have feelings for him but that's another story for another long ass day of me feeling sorry for myself.
-Joaquin
✿
((WHICH REMINDS ME I HAVE TO POST THE THING.))
I’m a dick and I’m so so sorry. Yeah, I feel guilty as fuck but I’m also secretly scared you’re going to tell everyone my secret. And ruin my life.
And you’re so sweet and nice… I hope it isn’t true. But I’m dying right now and I wish I had the courage to say I’m sorry to your face.
dear andreas ((just bc imma life ruiner oh)))
((you did this to yourself tsk tsk))
Dear Andreas,
Congratulations! You got the VIP pass to me freaking the fuck out. I hope you enjoyed the show. I’m sure you did, though. I’ve been told I’m a fantastic kisser. And… fantastic at performing the other stuff we did.
You’re really good at what you do. I was not disappointed in the slightest. Thanks for the best experience I’ve ever had. And thanks for teaching me the ropes to… the other half of sexual activities that I didn’t know were a thing.
I think my pride just withered and died there.
Anyway, uh, I’m still figuring shit out. But thanks for at least being a willing participant. And thanks for being so understanding and patient and so fucking nice. You’re like a fucking puppy, dude. Like a really hot golden retriever. Honestly, if it weren’t for you telling me this… stuff is okay or at least fine enough to explore with you in secret, I wouldn’t be able to admit to myself that I… I like guys too. I can’t promise you anything though. At all. I don’t know if I’m ready for that or if we’re even that compatible for that. We’ll see. But seriously, thank you.
I just wanted to say that before you start to hate me. Which you will. Because I know myself and I know this is going to get shitty real fast. And I’m going to be too much of a coward to tell you what’s really going on in my head. So you’ll hate me. You’ll feel hurt, confused, betrayed, insulted. And I’ll feel like shit. But I hope eventually somehow you’ll find a way to forgive me for being a dick. And maybe after that we’ll be friends.
I’m just so sorry.
Sincerely,
Joaquin
♦ (hi nati)
{hey ari}
After one of their many sexcapades, Andreas really wants to cuddle with Joaquin. Sleepy and tired, Joaquin only sighs dramatically before opening his arms, grumbling, and giving in.