Leo in America

Examining the polychotomy of this particular life.

Leo is a student of journalism at Northwestern University.

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What is love?


“What is love?” I whispered, my question barely rising above the dull hum of the heater. I could feel the chilly air nipping at my exposed toes. He’d turned on the heating but didn’t close the window. He sighed. “That’s a short question with a long answer.” Our society has loaded the concept of ‘love’ with far more than any individual could ever hope to unpack within a single lifetime...



I can’t stop him from coming to see me. However much I pray, I plead, I beg and I believe, he comes. Sometimes I know he’s coming. There’s the shiver of the back, the creeping dread, the sixth sense that says he’s around, although I can’t see him. Other times, I get no warning. He just appears next to me, whispering foul things into my ear. You’re not good...

Happiness is…


“What is happiness?” he asks. “What does happiness mean to you?” Happiness is ice cream on a hot, dry day. Happiness is time at the beach, feeling the same between my toes, laughing and not caring that it’ll take days to get it out from our socks and shoes. Happiness is when someone says “thank you” at the end of a long shift. Happiness is when they...

My first trip to CAPS, then the ER


“Hi, my name is Leo. I’m a student at Northwestern University. And I suffer from serious depression-like symptoms.” This is part two of my ongoing project to write out my personal history in an effort to untangle the emotional history and stressors of my life. Read Part One: Three, two, one: What do I do when I fall in love with another boy? To be precise, I’ve never been...

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