unsympathetic

so mean i might be nice

it seems unreal to be this ridiculously happy.

i’ve never been a girl who needed a boy to be happy, but omfg he makes me happy. 

it doesn’t matter that i’m broke beyond belief, that my design work isn’t working, that i go to bed and wake up (alone and) exhausted. 

i rock. i’m awesome. (and no i’m not full of myself). and he knows it. and he tells me it. and he’s pretty much the most awesomest thing that has happened to me in this stretch of my lifetime. 

ridiculously happy. i didn’t know happiness could be this extended and drawn out. 

ridiculously.