This is Kita. The person I share my secrets, odd facts, and stories with. He is the one I laugh with for no reason. The one with the adorable mother. The one who sends me over one hundred messages while I’m sleeping with hopes not to wake me up. We just click. Honestly, I really don’t know how we became to be so inseparable, but I’m definitely not complaining. We have a lot in common, but a lot of things make us different. Those differences may be hard sometimes, but we always find a way through it. You’re going through a lot right now, so I just wanted to make you smile for a few seconds while reading this. Maybe even squeak if I’m lucky. You don’t deserve to go through all of these hard times and struggle. Yet, you do it anyway and survive every single time. Maybe not with a smile, but you’re slowly becoming more and more happy to be alive. Battle scars or not. No matter how much you self harm, I will always say the same thing. Over and over again.
Your scars are beautiful. Each and every one of them.
This is… . oh god…I’m gonna cry. I’m so in love with this girl. So so so so so sooooo in love… . . I was really, really gone in this photo though…but ugh…I love this picture so much even though I don’t remember it being taken. I just…ugh. I love her so much. More than anything. I…I love her…I can’t…omg…fdkghfskjdhgkjlfd