Should've seen it coming.
Turns out a good friend of mine is an effeminate faggot. He's already a pretty effeminate guy, the primary reason why I hung out with him in the first place was in a desperate attempt to help him not be a complete hyper-fruit, like my masculinity would rub off on him.
But it didn't. I'm sitting with him in class, and he's apparently on Twitter, and Twitter users are either 1. bitching about some retarded political philosophy, or are 2. trying to recreate Sodom and Gomorrah through the powers of technology, and he didn't seem like the type to be in the first half.
He was pretty apprehensive to show me when I asked him what he was posting about. Curiosity got the best of me when I got home, searched his online alias, and found an account with the same profile picture he has on Steam.
Pronouns in bio, multiple posts referring to him as a "femboy."
Not to mention the fact there's more than a few people he talks with that were above-21 "nonbinary" types.
After finding out about this I've fallen into a deep depression. I'm smoking way more cigarettes than I usually am and I've been sleeping in until 3 in the goddamn afternoon. I feel a heavy weight on my heart and soul. I ask myself to God himself why he puts these burdens upon me, and I can only hope that I walk out of this better than I've walked in.
I'm already coming out of getting almost murded by people who I called "friends," and my goddamn guinea pig kicking the bucket. This shit's hell.