nettles and thorns.
I got ill enough to lose weight and now I don't want it back.
I've had so many compliments in the last few days I'm dizzy with absolute trauma it creates inside of me.
I'm adorable.
No. Not really. You do not adore me. Do you?
It's difficult for me to believe I can be more than just the wild girl who crawled out of the woods. To be amongst people.
I still hate it.
