Ohhhh my.
I’ve fallen in love, for sure. I know I’m still young, but I know I’m going to marry this person.
It didn’t turn out to be what I thought it was going to be: First of all, turns out I’m a lesbian. Secondly, Love is much more powerful and intoxicating that I thought it would be.
We’ve been through one break-up (mainly because I was a douchebag and I liked somebody else at the time) and we’ve been through a lot of rough times.
Now I know for sure that if the Apocalypse is to come, she will stick to my side and either attack with me or defend us.
