I’m a lurker. I opened by blog two years ago, realised that I should maybe listen before writing and then never stopped. I was an observer, afraid to show myself. This is me.
tumblrbot asked: WHERE WOULD YOU MOST LIKE TO VISIT ON YOUR PLANET? Sydney Harbour,
Me: An 18 year old boy living in Essex and Kent, furtively typing away in the early hours. A-Level student, Cambridge Applicant, sailor. Somehow that’s all there is relevant to say about me. Her: She’s a subject that I could talk on for hours- Ciara, the girl I am undeniably in love with. Every time I see her I am happy, yet scared as well. I always considered my life would be full of hope and chatter and light, but here I am, only 2 months on from the edge of a breakdown that would have been timed perfectly to ruin my aspirations. After that, I fell in love with a girl with a history of self harm and depression. Her cuts are one of the most beautiful parts of her, the fight she puts herself through, though I still wish she could stop and see her as I see her. I have a confession also. I read her blog without her approval, and though none of it was new to me, I know it’s my responsibility to be her rock. This is my story.