Sooo my boyfriend fucked up my leg. I have a muscle sprain at my knee and cannot walk. And guess what else? It’s my finals week. AWESOME. I’m so stressed out it’s not even funny. And I can’t even be mad at him, it was an accident. We were cuddling together in his bed and he readjusted himself, accidentally slamming his weight into my knee when he plopped back down. Let’s just say, I freaked him out. I screamed and burst out crying. He’s been waiting on me hand and foot since. It’s really nice honestly. It’s sweet. But he can’t fix everything…my math professor refuses to allow me to make up my math test. Fucking fabulous. Everyone else seems to be working with me. Blehhhh. Idk maybe all this “rest” will help me feel better.
I'm almost 19, and I've been through more shit than I should have. My best friend, depicted in my profile photo on the right, passed away in June. My father who was fighting cancer passed away about two months after that. I have panic and anxiety disorders, and depression. I've had horrible experiences with men, however I'm in love with my current boyfriend. We've been together for almost two years. He's definitely been my rock through most of my shit. I'm so thankful for him. And no, I'm not a naive girl that feels as if we're meant to be together forever and blah blah blah. Shit happens. I know that, but we love each other now and that's all that matters. I've been told I'm mature for my age. I'm not normally social, people frustrate me because I never understand the drama. But if you're chill, I'm perfectly fine with you. Feel free to hit me up if you wanna talk.