Learning to let go : improved version

I’m in the shit.

Wanna find out how I got myself here? No, me neither. I’m more interested in how to get out of the shit. But you know, on the bright side, there’ll probably be a lot of very sad, very depressing moments that you can laugh at, know why you’ll laugh? Because it’s not happening to you. And, actually, it hasn’t happen to me yet! I’m speaking to you through a very definitive hole in the universe – a time machine.

Now are you interested? I kinda hope you are, because I wouldn’t mind revisiting this story myself, seeing as I still can’t believe it.

So here’s what this is all about…
I’ve got a lot of problems, depression, denial about my mother’s death, self-hatred. Yada yada yada.

And there’s a boy who’s helping me get on with my life and move on from the trauma. Call it 'learning to let go', if you will. I guess if you wanted to get all naïve and romantic about it, you could call him ‘my anchor’. Because in a way, he is. He keeps me sane, keeps me alive. He’s got an amazing sense of humour, a messy head of dark curls and I suspect a somewhat dirty mind. With two bright green, inquisitive eyes and a wicked grin that I think I’m in love with. He’s not always reliable when it comes to the little things, I wish he were, but that’s not exactly his fault. You see, I’m not the only problem he’s got to fix. And anyway, who cares about the little things, when he’s always there for the giant, earth quaking events? When I feel like I’m about to break, he holds my fragments together with patches of tender care.

So yeah, back to The Shit. I've been in many different kinds, but this is by far, THE WORST shit I've ever been in.

You know why? Because this boy, this amazing, funny, brilliant boy, is all in my mind.