The name is Chomper, and I'm a fairytale fanatic. I believe in love at first sight, Jesus, and random usage of foreign accents. Books are meant to be read, not destroyed by monumentally innaccurate movies, and if you can't differentiate they're and their or you're and your, you should not be allowed to procreate. I'm physically sixteen, mentally thirty-five, and I have a serious weakness for boys with freckles. My purpose here is to rebel against the Amish. That is all.
me: is it hard to date someone who has to...take medicine? Just to be happy? him: no. not at all. I can't imagine dating anyone else but you. My personal goal is to make you the happiest girl alive, even on those down days.
In 8th grade I had this Science teacher. People didn't like him because he wasn't relateable and alays acted cold and without feeling. That year, I was struggling with depression and anxiety. One day I felt an anxiety attack coming on, so I asked him if I could go to the Guidance Counselor's office to get a hold of myself. He brought me out in the hallway, hugged me, and told me everything would be all right. -Mr.L, you gave me hope.
& I don't know what the spaces between the seconds are called. but every night before I fall asleep, every painfully miniscule second I sit in school, every waking moment, every dream I have, revolves around you.