But it's already happened, and these people are afraid to interact with me. I'm blocked from everything, and I just refuse to do the same.
I'm here. Know me. Know that you are forgiven, I have forgotten, and I am willing to relive it if it'll mean you will let me in, even passively. I don't know how I became so terrible, this looming thing but talking to me will shrink me to human again. People tend to forget that.
Once in a while I just have to tell myself these things again.
Who likes my nail art?






