I’ve just gone through my tumblr for the whole past 2 years, since everything started going downhill, and I am in pieces. People look at me and see this tiny, fragile, little girl and assume I like, have the perfect life, but they don’t know how many people I’ve lost, or what I’ve been through. I shouldn’t even still be here, but I am, and that’s all that matters. I don’t know how I’ve done it, but I’ve kept myself alive, and I’ve kept me and matthew together, through everything. And that, in itself, is something to be pretty fucking proud about.

~ surrounded by people but feeling so fucking alone ~

these past few weeks have been brilliant;; :)

I’ve had my lows, don’t get me wrong, like all the panic attacks, and how bad my fitting’s gotten these past few days especially, but I’ve had a lovely few weeks spending time with my friends, they really are the most amazing group of people! And matthew’s trying really hard too, which is making me happy. Happy girl.

I do not understand people who fuck you off completely as soon as they get a boyfriend/girlfriend, don’t you understand that when said partner fucks you off, it’s gunna be me and the rest of your friends picking up the pieces, peasant.