Now babies, don’t you panic.
1 month ago - 
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Your voice, My voice, and the One in my Head
I walk into your room, and today’s a sunny day. So naturally, I’m feeling too happy. Wasted appointment… I’m talking to you about little things. Other people. Because… Who even am I? “My friend, I’m so worried… What can I do to help him?” Help yourself. You call me on things. “You can grab a tissue.” You can tell that I’m holding back tears. I try to hide it. Smile, dammit. Laugh, something. No, no, I’m fine. “See? You sit there and act like everything’s okay.” It’s not okay. I explain to you. “I just hate crying. It tires me out. It makes my body hurt. And it makes me feel weak… I think a lot of people feel that way.”
Hey cutiez.
Me.
Blonde hair makes me feel like a fairy.
Mee.
I put pictures of myself on here because I’m vain and need the praise.
