My life's extraordinary. And by my life, I mean HIM (duh not the music band!). He leaves me speechless. He puts me first allll the time. And I dont know how to react. I'm shocked. He didn't let me wake up in my own vomit. He takes care of me all the time. He'll never leave me craving something knowing he can afford it. I'm lucky. But I'm cursed with modernism, with existential crisis. I doubt reality and life and good and evil. He's my only fetter to the earth.
