#i.jamie

2016, may, friday night, 12am

this is going to sound insane. completely unbelievable. however, i think i may have friends? which is ridiculous because i haven’t had a friend since i was six and that was just one, now i have several? i moved in with jamie on a whim and because i needed somewhere to live and now i don’t know what i ever did without him? like a guy from such a violent background is so gentle with me? and helps with my attacks? and talks to me like i’m a normal human being and not a mess? if i ever felt brave enough to call someone a best friend, it’d be him. 

then there’s king. another person that i couldn’t now live without. i don’t understand how this happened. he has old people eyes and he’s so wise and i think he could probably kill me with his pinky but he’s such a softie. i’ve never had anyone i could turn to for advice. no one to look up to. no one to tell me that everything’s going to be okay. when i grow up, i want to be like king. 

and bryan. bryan is an enigma in the best possible way. he’s the sweetest one second and then he’s making the dirtiest joke the next and he is just so funny. but here’s there for me the second i need it, which is often, and he never says he’s annoyed by me. he doesn’t treat me like i’m fragile. and he constantly reminds me that i should be confident in myself and love myself, i’m still working on both of those.