Imagine: It was one of those lazy days when I dont feel like doing anything. Me and my boyfriend nate was chilling at home watching Netflix and cuddling when I decided to get up to make something to eat. Nate got really annoyed and told me to order something instead but I insisted on cooking at home. Soon I couldn’t hear Nates voice begging me to come back and cuddle him. I was done with the dinner I’ve cooked and was so proud of myself cuz it smelled really good. I went back to the living room to find a sleeping Nate on the couch and my heart melted so I made sure to post *the pic* on snapchat story before waking him up. Y/n: Nate, baby wake up the food is ready. Nate: no let me sleep *he said with a sleepy voice* Y/n: but babe you can sleep later cmon lets eat, wake up you lazy ass * I said while slapping him with a pillow*. Nate: fine fine Im awake. We ate and returned to the couch to continue cuddling until I fell asleep in Nates arms. He carried me upstairs to our shared bedroom and tugged me in then kissed my forehead and sneaked in next to me. With his arms around me he fell alseep.


I know what it feels like to be afraid to show who you are. I was, but I’m not anymore. And the thing is, I really don’t care what people think about me… because I believe in myself. And I know that things are gonna be okay. But even though I have no family, and no job, and no money for college… it’s you that I feel sorry for.