I can’t wait for the day where I’m sharing an apartment with someone. On a saturday night we can fall asleep watching a favourite series on Netflix and wake up in the morning to go get a greasy breakfast at a little diner in town. Afterwards, we’d go hiking in a beautiful forest and I’d take my camera so I can snap some pictures of him against the trees because we always photograph the things we’re scared of losing, right?? Then we’d come home to doggies excited to see us and take a nap with them. I’m just holding out for those worry-free Sundays spent with someone I can enjoy and who understands me, and maybe I can get there in the next 5 years

A year after I posted this in 2015, I met the love of my life. We watch our favorite shows and get greasy breakfast religiously. We went on those hikes and I had my camera. Maybe not so much nowadays. Our apartment turned into buying a house. The dogs wag their tails when we come home. It hasn't always been easy for us, but Sundays are my favorite day of the week. It all works out.

in all seriousness it's very alienating knowing theres Something Wrong With You. like seeing your mental illness come through in your behaviour and thought processes and knowing it's irrational and unhealthy, knowing other people are reading you as weird or stupid, and not being able to do anything about it is such a lonely experience