Somebody called me a liar yesterday.
And not in a comical “liar liar pants on” kinda way. A compulsive irritating liar who wouldn’t know the truth i it photoshopped a picture of it, wrote some bogus score on it and then put it on my desktop, kinda liar. It hurt. A lot. It hurt a lot. And the only place I really feel comfortable expressing my feelings is here on this tumblr. I am here to confess right now everything that i have ever lied about. Like when I said I’m from brum, born and bred. Nah not really you know. I was actually born in Gambia. Why do you think I’m always there? But I try and hide it and embellish it by adding Caribbean heritage so I can seem cultured and interesting. I also have never been able to confess my true love. Not photography, art, architecture, no no no. It is the love of my housemate and new lover Matt. Not only is he quiet and misunderstood, he understands me. In the quietest moment of the night, Matt will comfort me. Matt will phone. Matt will text. And not just generic messages. Messages that go where no man has ever been. In the depth of my soul I find peace with this outwardly troubled and emotionally damaged wreck. The emotions could keep running through my fingers, but the mere fact it is now in the open, I can sleep. I can sleep well. Knowing that Matt is by my side, I can do anything. True talks. X