NicoleMeAtParamore

I found myself inexplicably drawn to Josh as time went on. We began to hang out every second we could, and I found myself more beat up about the fact he wasn’t a Slytherin, something he both agreed with and hated. We would sit every meal with our backs to each other, just so we could sit close and enjoy each other’s company and talk. Most people looked at us strangely as they walked past. The Slytherin and the Hufflepuff, chatting away over their shoulders and occasionally brushing hands like there was nothing in the world that would be against this. What Josh had said on the first night we met still weighed on my mind, and I wond

I kept my head down as I thought hard about what had just happened in the Great Hall. I’m a Slytherin. YOU’RE WRONG YOU’RE WRONG YOU’RE WRONG I struggled to get the thought out. I knew that it had been a long time since being a Slytherin was a bad thing, but I couldn’t help but think about how my parents were going to react when they found out. Both were proud Gryffindor. I was so fucked. It had been hard enough for them to accept who I was outside of Hogwarts. I continued to look at my feet as I walked, slowly making my way to my new home under the lake. I finally looked up to see my new housemates, to see if t

I sit here, thinking that I can do this. I can handle only being your friend. Most days I can, and it's brilliant. To have someone so supportive by my side is something I have always wanted. But part of me will never forget how I felt, how I feel. How I pined over you almost every day. How I loved to imagine what it would be like to be held by you at night. How it actually felt when that happened. I don't know if I do still feel that way about you at all. Some days I do, some days I don't. However, let's be perfectly fucking honest here. You are my Clark Kent. You keep saving my life, almost every day. Some days, I am so fine with being your

There is something so amazing about living with your best friend. Knowing that as soon as you have a problem, either one of you can be there for each other. To knock on the door next to yours and say "I need help. I need a hug." is so refreshing compared to bottling up everything like I used to. Moving forward in leaps and bounds with my mental health issues has made this even easier. I can breathe now. The walls don't cave in, and if they even begin to, you're there to help me. Everything flows so naturally. It's like the family I've always wanted. There's a George Ezra song you showed me once, and it has this one line that sums up the exac

With every poster I remove, I feel part of my world shrinking. With every goodbye plan I make, I feel part of my soul crumple. With every item of clothing folded, I feel part of my brain revert to my past. With every re-assurance that I will be back next year, I feel part of my throat choke up. Because... With every poster I remove, I remove part of what I am, what I claim to be, and what people know me as. With every goodbye plan I make, I remove part of the other people who complete me, who may not be returning next year. With every item of clothing folded, I remove part of my recovery, as I'm soon to return to the scene of the crimes that

The paranoia tells you one thing you know to almost always be true. Everything is a lie. When you leave town, and start new, your past will always be there to haunt you. The paranoia brought on from anxiety, with the cure just a few weeks too late all of a sudden becomes real. You weren't imagining it. It was really happening. Everything begins to slowly crumble. The honeymoon period ends. You begin to realise who was your true friend from the beginning and who was just there because they had to be. You find out people were not who they said they were and people aren't who those people said they were either. The boy who said he cares all of a

I'm not sure where I stand with you anymore, boy. You've vanished into thin air, basically. We haven't spoken a full conversation in person for weeks, and when we've had the chance, it's been quick, and just not enough. I actually miss you, which makes no sense considering you live less than 10 metres away from me really. Life got busy for us both, and I've understood that, but right now it's slowing down. I need to know, are we still the same as we've always been? Are we even friends anymore? Do you still give a shit that I'm alive? Are you still interested in me, like you said you were? Did you mean that in the first place? Is there still