TW: self harm, mentions of suicide, suicidal ideation, internalized transphobia - Short quips spread out over a year and a half of me processing my feelings. Thank you for reading.

~ a collection of words that mean nothing ~

if my life could be replayed, if i could share my struggles over the course of time, if i could create such a thing, an endless recording of my life; it would be over hours and hours of overthinking. - (trigger warning for frequent, graphic descriptions of the following themes: self-injury, blood and gore, suicide, mental illness, psychosis, eating disorders, etc.)

He was my best friend. He was there to hold me together while I was breaking, he could make me laugh when I was on the verge of tears, he protected me, he saved me when I didn't realize that I needed it. He helped me through a lot. Which is precisely why I started to fall for him and that terrified me. I didn't want feelings to get in the way of what we had. I had never felt, about anyone, the way I felt about Harry. I had felt heartbreak before and I knew I never wanted to feel it from him. But no matter how hard I tried I couldn't help but fall in love with him. I'm Natalie Anne Hollandsworth and this is the story of how I fell in love with my best friend.