I had a date day with boots-and-braces today, and I feel ridiculously soppy about him so excuse me five seconds whilst I be a mushy cunt on all yo’ blogs.
This boy right here is my life. He’s bought me back from the edge of ruin and given me something to live for. He’s taught me to love myself and that I am needed and I am worthy. I’ve had a life full of hurt, self arm, abuse, drug abuse, failed suicide attempts, etc and as a consequence I suffer with some pretty gnarly mental illnesses. And he stands by me. Through thick and thin and he gives me hope.
And now we live together and are pretty fucking committed, considering we started as a long distance thing I don’t think either of us thought we’d get to where we are right now.
I love this skinny, boss eyed little shit. More than words can say.