Life.

Is life just amazing and surprising and exhilarating and terrifying all at the same time, we were all put on this little planet of ours for a reason, mine was to piss people off, wind them up so far they kick me out, wind up in France, in a school classroom full of people that came from war zones, whose brothers and sisters died for a 'good' cause.
I then came back to this tiny town I had gotten to call home, went to another school, a normal one, full of some lovely people, mostly ugly boys, and bitchy girls. It was just perfect, two years later I've met a boy I am so madly in love with it terrifies me, so yeah we don't always agree on everything, he tells me off like he's my dad, hugs me like I'm his entire world and that nothing makes him happier than to squeeze me so tight I forget how to talk, he makes my head spin, my legs wobble and I could spend all day looking into his dark brown eyes. Jobs aren't the easiest thing to find and as I write this I'm using the wifi from a place that didn't work out, 2 months was good enough, put money in the bank, allowed me to finally leave home, and boy am I so much happier in my own place, under my own roof, my rules. It's lovely.
I'm so lucky to have Tracy, she is the only one left helping me, still checking I'm okay, which is more than can be said for hmmm ALL my family, A is my family now, so long as I keep him in my head things don't seem to bad.
Hours watching films ony my fold out sofa are the perfect way we spend our time, even if I've seen the film a gazillion times..