Truth

Eurgh. Sick of some of these people. Always thinking that they are everything, and everyone loves them, well I'll tell you now my friends. They don't.

I do apologise though, I'm not half as bitchy and as mean as I seem, just get wound up easily. Not called a fiery red head for nothing aye?

I'm Heidi, 15 years of age, currently studying for my exams, dealing with pricks, my parents, my body, and dating.

Funny isn't it, you always judge a book by its cover, the same you do with people. You judge them on their appearances, what you've heard, and yet we are too quick to judge them, we make up our minds before we even speak to, or get to know them.

The same thing happens with relationships, people see pictures, hear things about you, see things you post on social media sites, think you have this perfect relationship, but it's not always true.

You've probably gathered I'm on about myself in third person.

You're right.

I'm not saying I'm not happy with him, because I am, I'm really happy with him, it's just, we struggle, and every relationship does, but who do you talk to about it?

The person you always turn to is the reason you need a chat.

His parents have just split up, so obviously I'm there for him, for anything, but he needs to understand that he isn't the only person going through stuff right now. I have the stress of exams, the huge insecurity of my body, problems with my friends, and just generally feeling poop.

But besides that, our relationship, is great! And my opinion perfect! He treats me to lovely things, is always trying his utter best to make me smile, and the sex? Oh that's great too! Haha.

My handsome man, has gorgeous midnight black hair, perfectly messy. His eyes, the windows to his soul, are just two tiny little hazel nuts, in the grass, his cheek bones and jaw lines are parallel, and make him that little bit sexier. His cheeks are always a shade of red. His nose is one of them awkwardly big, but not big cute noses, and those fat lips, so tender to touch. We then go to his stubbly chin, and go down his neck, and his perfect collar bones, his broad shoulders, muscly arms, then big chubby, drummer hands. I'll not forget his almost six-pack, and V-line, ooh those sexy things, and that cute freckle on his 'manhood' (let's keep things clean-ish)

I'll not get started on his personality, lets just say, he is everything a girl could dream of. Oh and his name is Oscar.