“You know I’m confused about my life when I log on to tumblr. What can I say it’s a happy place to plot all my problems.
I’m not sad or upset. I’m just tired of waiting for something better to come along. I worry too much which is just so silly things happen.
It’s good until it goes bad. It’s moving until it stops.
Tomorrow is a new day where I’m going to put you behind me and you can have whatever you like. No one will know what you said or how long we talked because the past is the past.”
I just found this saved in my drafts and have to smile bc my life couldn’t be any better. I’m finally in London for three months and it’s like my puzzle found it’s missing piece. I have a gay best friend. Guys look at me. They all dress wonderfully and are polite and have accents. No one pressures me to do anything or be anything. It’s almost like the world has stopped.
I finally get to be me!