It's been a weird month. I haven't slept for a solid eight or even seven hours in at least two weeks. The bags under my eyes could hold the groceries that I've neglected to buy. I'm back together with Mickey. Internet, I haven't told you much about him, because I feared backlash and also because I felt that it made him uncomfortable. However, it's time. Mickey is the love of my life. I adore the hell out of him. I always have. It's ridiculous. He is strong where I am weak. I am the yin to his yang. No one had ever tried so hard or fought so valiantly for me. When we are good there is nothing in the world that I've seen that compares to our magic. It's straight fairy tale. We haven't always been good to or for each other. We have been a total idiot sketchy douche at times. However, taking a month apart nearly did us both in. The heart is funny. A world full of people, but no one would do. Because not one compares to Mickey. Now we are on the m...