iamagainthesecretnerd asked: my skype tells me it is your birthday. Happy Birthday Mister Nick. Hope all is well :)
Aww thank you <3 And yes, things have been good, thanks for asking.
My name's Nick and I'm a 21 year old Canadian. I generally blog nonsense about my life. I'm attracted to chubby guys/bears but I'll rarely be posting about it, unless you count my boyfriend. Interested in hearing and talking to all kinds people on here maybe forming some sort of friendships.
iamagainthesecretnerd asked: my skype tells me it is your birthday. Happy Birthday Mister Nick. Hope all is well :)
Aww thank you <3 And yes, things have been good, thanks for asking.
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All I ever really want to know is how other people are making it through life—where do they put their body, hour by hour, and how do they cope inside of it.
I want pie.
my goal in life is to cartwheel so quickly i generate gyroscopic forces and then turning my body parallel to the earth i fly in to space yelling “later haters”
We really did break up, I’d like to believe I was single for like 12 hours. We’re back together right now, stitched up. But quite honestly it was rough, all sorts of rough. We were both so heartbroken by it, but it was kind of necessary. He came by the house last at night and we were both a big mess in our own kind of way, we couldn’t really take being apart.
It’s easy to say, “we’re over”. That’s all it takes to end something and as much as you want to put up a front, act like you don’t care, it’s impossible. So we both just hugged like it was our last hug ever, tears all over the place, but that wasn’t something we could deal with. We decided to stay together, being alone sucks, but it’s even worse when you’re losing someone you’re so connected with. You can’t spend 2 years with anyone and just expect to just leave them like that.
It wasn’t Mike’s fault either, the truth is I’ve been quite depressed for a while now. Like, enough that it’s really affecting his life, and as much as he says he loves me he can’t get rid of that feeling of loneliness that just ruins me. He tries and he tries but there’s nothing anyone can do really. I’ve not brought it up on my blog mostly because, well, it’s a bummer first of all, and there’s nothing that shouting it to the world will accomplish. I try to keep my blog somewhat happy or matter-of-fact I guess, I enjoy what I have here, and the people I share it with, I really do.
So, that’s the idea here. He decided he’d stay with me if I get my depression treated. It scares me because I really don’t think it will help, I feel like I’ll be this way forever and I’ll push him away all over again. But it’s worth a shot, as much as I don’t want to go through therapy or be on meds, it’s better than being alone I guess. Sorry about the depressing post, I just thought it would be better to paint a clearer picture.
I disagree.
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