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First week or so, we were as quiet as mice. Just sitting there. Maybe talk if we could. We didn’t even do much, but I still loved to see him. Month after month, we’ve been more social with eachother. Were like made for eachother. He’s all awesome, cute, tall, fun, sweet, anything. And he makes me feel beautiful. No matter what kind of disorder I have. He learned to look past em all. But he doesnt see me any different, no matter whats happening with my court life. And I don’t know how I could ever love him more than he loves me. I don’t even know if there is a way. He’s helped me through everything I’ve ever been through the past year or so. And all I can say is… Please don’t ever leave me. Your my life and.. I love you. With all I got. I promise on my life, that I’ll repay you someday. Someday

so-relatable:

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Blah. 90 degrees. Kill me.

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andsmileforthosehaters:

I just want to be saved.

So I’m me. I have zero self esteem, depression, anxiety, post-traumatic stress, and everything else that is wrong with me. I don’t have an attractive smile or anything. But I’m me. And you can accept me as I am, I hope.

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