19, styling student, melbourne.
Always be free in the moment
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As he’s fast asleep beside me, with his hand still locked into mine, not letting go, I wonder how I got so lucky. How I got a boy who doesn’t care what others think. That understands that it’s not what he’s looking at, it’s what HE sees that matters. Not what anyone else sees. We have something wonderful and amazing happening between us and I hate to think that some people could have ruined that by what THEY see. I’m glad for what I have. I have he who loves me, because he saw beyond what others saw. For that, I give him much gratitude.
I don’t even know what to really say.. What is happening? Why does it always seem that I get the shit end of the stick? I give out but I don’t receive. This is metaphorically speaking. I just don’t know why I feel this way right now. But, I want it to go away. I keep being asked what is the matter? But, I don’t know what to reply with. I don’t know whether there is too much to even begin to explain or whether there is nothing and I’m just in this mood for no reason and those things that feel like they are just here now, were always there but have just blown up to a bigger proportion due to my feelings. I just don’t know anymore. I need a book to read to escape. Maybe thats my problem. I’ve had to face reality for too long and it’s opening my eyes to things I didn’t think were there.Hashtag nerd. Hashtag bookworm. Unhealthy? Maybe.
“We are in this together baby” - AlexanderThe perfect words to hear.