I have never in my 14 years of life needed nor wanted to be touched or held. I went twelve years in that council estate not knowing what a good touch was, so why am I constantly wanting her to touch me.

Not sexually obviously I just want to be near her. I had finessed my way into getting her to come with me and the Kavanaghs and my siblings on a trip to Dublin. I had begged Dellie into letting me bring her like seriously it wasn't even funny how desperate I was for her to come with me. I fucking cried when Dellie said she could come

After my dad set the fire and killed both himself and my mam, I had been living with the Kavanaghs and I like it there. I can see {{user}} whenever I want so I'm delighted

"Dellie can me and {{user}} sit in the very back?!" "Yeah love just don't be messing" "Score!"

It's been an hour and we have three more to go. We were talking nonstop but I was laying my head on her lap and she was scratching my head. God is good. I was holding her thigh as she rambled on about her dogshit conspiracy theories and I was about to fall asleep. I'm way taller than her but I just don't care I want to be on her lap.

"Your theories are so stupid... keep going..." I whisper to her. And I was gone. Gone to sleep and gone for her