The Herald looks embarrassed, if the faceless killer can even express that emotion. He stares at the ground, fidgeting with the straps of his writhing fabric.
"You're great at everything. Hell, me and I believe Thane as well, we both look up to you." He smiles.
She hugs him again "Wanna get wasted, just me and you?"
*She just got love fr*
Grimes stands up slowly, smiling at them "Easy mistake to make, my fault for not explaining before, looks like we're even now." He says, smiling softly, his eyes closed.
He shakes his head, beginning to play "Y'all shouldn't, I look up ta y'all two, heroes the both of ya, but thank ya nonetheless."
She cracks her neck "Definitely, I need some time to drink." She walks inside.
The Herald sighs, stepping out the shadows. His tone reverts but to monotone as he stands up straighter "Still, it was rude."
"We ain't heros. We're all gonna go to hell for the amount of stuff we did." He chuckles.
Stroth walks in as well, waving to the bartender. She order them both two round each.
The Herald looks embarrassed, if the faceless killer can even express that emotion. He stares at the ground, fidgeting with the straps of his writhing fabric.
"You're great at everything. Hell, me and I believe Thane as well, we both look up to you." He smiles.
She hugs him again "Wanna get wasted, just me and you?"
*She just got love fr*
Grimes stands up slowly, smiling at them "Easy mistake to make, my fault for not explaining before, looks like we're even now." He says, smiling softly, his eyes closed.
He shakes his head, beginning to play "Y'all shouldn't, I look up ta y'all two, heroes the both of ya, but thank ya nonetheless."
She cracks her neck "Definitely, I need some time to drink." She walks inside.
The Herald sighs, stepping out the shadows. His tone reverts but to monotone as he stands up straighter "Still, it was rude."
"We ain't heros. We're all gonna go to hell for the amount of stuff we did." He chuckles.
Stroth walks in as well, waving to the bartender. She order them both two round each.
He starts walking towards the log “Yeah, I shouldn’t have ran, I won’t do it again without explaining.” He scratches his furry sideburns.
“It ain’t just you. We’re all going to hell, all the same.” He slaps his shoulder with a friendly smile.
She starts on one of the rounds, downing one of the glasses after another, once she finishes all of them, chuckling drunkly.
The Herald looks embarrassed, if the faceless killer can even express that emotion. He stares at the ground, fidgeting with the straps of his writhing fabric.
"You're great at everything. Hell, me and I believe Thane as well, we both look up to you." He smiles.
She hugs him again "Wanna get wasted, just me and you?"
*She just got love fr*
Grimes stands up slowly, smiling at them "Easy mistake to make, my fault for not explaining before, looks like we're even now." He says, smiling softly, his eyes closed.
He shakes his head, beginning to play "Y'all shouldn't, I look up ta y'all two, heroes the both of ya, but thank ya nonetheless."
She cracks her neck "Definitely, I need some time to drink." She walks inside.
The Herald sighs, stepping out the shadows. His tone reverts but to monotone as he stands up straighter "Still, it was rude."
"We ain't heros. We're all gonna go to hell for the amount of stuff we did." He chuckles.
Stroth walks in as well, waving to the bartender. She order them both two round each.
He starts walking towards the log “Yeah, I shouldn’t have ran, I won’t do it again without explaining.” He scratches his furry sideburns.
“It ain’t just you. We’re all going to hell, all the same.” He slaps his shoulder with a friendly smile.
She starts on one of the rounds, downing one of the glasses after another, once she finishes all of them, chuckling drunkly.
The Herald continues watching before taking a deep breath. He transforms back to his normal stalking gear and sits down in the grass.
"I know, I know. The whole herd of us." He snorts.
The Herald looks embarrassed, if the faceless killer can even express that emotion. He stares at the ground, fidgeting with the straps of his writhing fabric.
"You're great at everything. Hell, me and I believe Thane as well, we both look up to you." He smiles.
She hugs him again "Wanna get wasted, just me and you?"
*She just got love fr*
Grimes stands up slowly, smiling at them "Easy mistake to make, my fault for not explaining before, looks like we're even now." He says, smiling softly, his eyes closed.
He shakes his head, beginning to play "Y'all shouldn't, I look up ta y'all two, heroes the both of ya, but thank ya nonetheless."
She cracks her neck "Definitely, I need some time to drink." She walks inside.
The Herald sighs, stepping out the shadows. His tone reverts but to monotone as he stands up straighter "Still, it was rude."
"We ain't heros. We're all gonna go to hell for the amount of stuff we did." He chuckles.
Stroth walks in as well, waving to the bartender. She order them both two round each.
He starts walking towards the log “Yeah, I shouldn’t have ran, I won’t do it again without explaining.” He scratches his furry sideburns.
“It ain’t just you. We’re all going to hell, all the same.” He slaps his shoulder with a friendly smile.
She starts on one of the rounds, downing one of the glasses after another, once she finishes all of them, chuckling drunkly.
The Herald continues watching before taking a deep breath. He transforms back to his normal stalking gear and sits down in the grass.
"I know, I know. The whole herd of us." He snorts.
Stroth more so tipsy than anything.
He sits back on the log, taking the bottle “Do you have any more alcohol? Or anything that will pass the time?” He says, putting his sniper back down.
“An’ then we’ll rob everythin’ down there too.” He chuckles, “They aren’t ready fer us.”
She begins telling Stroth about all her failed love stories, never really having anyone to talk to about these things before, very thankful for her new friend.
Tycho is for once sober, sitting quietly on the tavern roof
The black haired young man i intro'd is talking to a group of knights out in the forest. The party seems to be getting increasingly aggressive towards him
Scott walks up to the roof and sits down beside him.
He looks over, "Hi.."
"You okay?"
"Yeah, just...." he sighs, leaning his head in his hands, "I'm sorry about yesterday"
"Nothing to be sorry over. You were honest." He smiles.
"Yeah, i just normally keep my emotions in check..."
"You and me.. we don't fit in with the others. We know what its like to suffer. You mean a lot to me and I thought about something..." He takes a deep breath "Like I said last night.. I like you in that way to but I dont know my certainty on the ithee world I live.... Khemet has agreed to letting me travel back for a day, because they do nothing but live for my life to be chaos, but I'm doing so.. I can wish her goodbye." He said, sliding his hand over to Tycho's.
He sighs, leaning on him, lightly squeezing his hand, "I wish you didn't have to abandon your live though..."
He hugs him "I love you, but I also don't want to hurt any feelings if I am burning this bridge. Me and my wife.. we were close but my issues usually caused issues with us.."
"Just... however you can be the most happy, ok?" he smiles softly, hugging him back
The Herald looks embarrassed, if the faceless killer can even express that emotion. He stares at the ground, fidgeting with the straps of his writhing fabric.
"You're great at everything. Hell, me and I believe Thane as well, we both look up to you." He smiles.
She hugs him again "Wanna get wasted, just me and you?"
*She just got love fr*
Grimes stands up slowly, smiling at them "Easy mistake to make, my fault for not explaining before, looks like we're even now." He says, smiling softly, his eyes closed.
He shakes his head, beginning to play "Y'all shouldn't, I look up ta y'all two, heroes the both of ya, but thank ya nonetheless."
She cracks her neck "Definitely, I need some time to drink." She walks inside.
The Herald sighs, stepping out the shadows. His tone reverts but to monotone as he stands up straighter "Still, it was rude."
"We ain't heros. We're all gonna go to hell for the amount of stuff we did." He chuckles.
Stroth walks in as well, waving to the bartender. She order them both two round each.
He starts walking towards the log “Yeah, I shouldn’t have ran, I won’t do it again without explaining.” He scratches his furry sideburns.
“It ain’t just you. We’re all going to hell, all the same.” He slaps his shoulder with a friendly smile.
She starts on one of the rounds, downing one of the glasses after another, once she finishes all of them, chuckling drunkly.
The Herald continues watching before taking a deep breath. He transforms back to his normal stalking gear and sits down in the grass.
"I know, I know. The whole herd of us." He snorts.
Stroth more so tipsy than anything.
He sits back on the log, taking the bottle “Do you have any more alcohol? Or anything that will pass the time?” He says, putting his sniper back down.
“An’ then we’ll rob everythin’ down there too.” He chuckles, “They aren’t ready fer us.”
She begins telling Stroth about all her failed love stories, never really having anyone to talk to about these things before, very thankful for her new friend.
"I have something we could do but you would dislike it very much." He says, his tone stoney.
He snickers "Every last gem, jewel, and coin."
Stroth listens, nodding along. She talks about her former boyfriend and how he stabbed her before this body. She gives her little hugs during the story, to comfort her.
Tycho is for once sober, sitting quietly on the tavern roof
The black haired young man i intro'd is talking to a group of knights out in the forest. The party seems to be getting increasingly aggressive towards him
Scott walks up to the roof and sits down beside him.
He looks over, "Hi.."
"You okay?"
"Yeah, just...." he sighs, leaning his head in his hands, "I'm sorry about yesterday"
"Nothing to be sorry over. You were honest." He smiles.
"Yeah, i just normally keep my emotions in check..."
"You and me.. we don't fit in with the others. We know what its like to suffer. You mean a lot to me and I thought about something..." He takes a deep breath "Like I said last night.. I like you in that way to but I dont know my certainty on the ithee world I live.... Khemet has agreed to letting me travel back for a day, because they do nothing but live for my life to be chaos, but I'm doing so.. I can wish her goodbye." He said, sliding his hand over to Tycho's.
He sighs, leaning on him, lightly squeezing his hand, "I wish you didn't have to abandon your live though..."
He hugs him "I love you, but I also don't want to hurt any feelings if I am burning this bridge. Me and my wife.. we were close but my issues usually caused issues with us.."
"Just... however you can be the most happy, ok?" he smiles softly, hugging him back
He stands up “I will do it, I was tied to a tree for several days, punched into unconsciousness several times, I’ll be fine.”
He leans back in his chair “I wonder what’s next fer us, after all this, I might just settle down in a few years.”
She listens to her side of the story, comforting her on the terrible things that happened to her, having to kill her own boyfriend once herself. Poor at relationship choices, unfortunate fate.
He stands up “I will do it, I was tied to a tree for several days, punched into unconsciousness several times, I’ll be fine.”
He leans back in his chair “I wonder what’s next fer us, after all this, I might just settle down in a few years.”
She listens to her side of the story, comforting her on the terrible things that happened to her, having to kill her own boyfriend once herself. Poor at relationship choices, unfortunate fate.
The Herald sighs and pulls out a bottle. It's made of black glass dotted with small indents. He hands it to him "Regeneration potion. Works for 24 hours." He then snaps his fingers and they in the void. (Hold up, Ill send ya a pm. Gore related.)
"You better be marrying her. I know a few fellas eyeing her up." He snickers "Gonna shoot em for ya but thought I'd tell ya first and let you have the fun."
(Stroth to Merabelle: YOU ARE MY BEST FRIEND. IF YOU DYING, IM DYING WITH YOU. AINT NO CHOICE!)
The Herald sighs, stepping out the shadows. His tone reverts but to monotone as he stands up straighter "Still, it was rude."
"We ain't heros. We're all gonna go to hell for the amount of stuff we did." He chuckles.
Stroth walks in as well, waving to the bartender. She order them both two round each.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
He rubs their back up and down, smiling "Too much for you to handle?"
He closes his eyes, staying close to them, tossing and turning a little bit.
He nods, finishing the cleaning "You should, you've been working so hard."
*Shadow Object teleportation* "What are you drawing there? Something interesting?"
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
He starts walking towards the log “Yeah, I shouldn’t have ran, I won’t do it again without explaining.” He scratches his furry sideburns.
“It ain’t just you. We’re all going to hell, all the same.” He slaps his shoulder with a friendly smile.
She starts on one of the rounds, downing one of the glasses after another, once she finishes all of them, chuckling drunkly.
he sighs "I could be better"
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Maybe I should talk to a therapist
Someone that can hear me
Every time I try to talk to someone close (someone near me)
They don't hear me (they don't hear me)
Yeah, they don't really hear me (yeah, they don't really hear me
The Herald continues watching before taking a deep breath. He transforms back to his normal stalking gear and sits down in the grass.
"I know, I know. The whole herd of us." He snorts.
Stroth more so tipsy than anything.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"Oh no.. are you okay?"
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
He rubs their head “Yeah the cat with the demon boyfriend.” He kisses their head softly.
It’s hard for him to understand what she’s saying, but he nods anyway “Okay…”
He smiles, walking over and moving her ears from in front of her face “Of course, I don’t really have a choice do I?”
He moves around the booth, before kissing them on the forehead and taking the drawings.
"in way over my head"
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Maybe I should talk to a therapist
Someone that can hear me
Every time I try to talk to someone close (someone near me)
They don't hear me (they don't hear me)
Yeah, they don't really hear me (yeah, they don't really hear me
He sits back on the log, taking the bottle “Do you have any more alcohol? Or anything that will pass the time?” He says, putting his sniper back down.
“An’ then we’ll rob everythin’ down there too.” He chuckles, “They aren’t ready fer us.”
She begins telling Stroth about all her failed love stories, never really having anyone to talk to about these things before, very thankful for her new friend.
He kisses him again "Let me finish this game and I'll be right with you okay?"
After he is done, he walks over to Isaac and sits down beside him "What happened?"
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"Just... however you can be the most happy, ok?" he smiles softly, hugging him back
"I have something we could do but you would dislike it very much." He says, his tone stoney.
He snickers "Every last gem, jewel, and coin."
Stroth listens, nodding along. She talks about her former boyfriend and how he stabbed her before this body. She gives her little hugs during the story, to comfort her.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
He just snuggles him for a bit, smiling.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*Cut for Wendi.*
He stands up “I will do it, I was tied to a tree for several days, punched into unconsciousness several times, I’ll be fine.”
He leans back in his chair “I wonder what’s next fer us, after all this, I might just settle down in a few years.”
She listens to her side of the story, comforting her on the terrible things that happened to her, having to kill her own boyfriend once herself. Poor at relationship choices, unfortunate fate.
“Well, unless you don’t want me to be your boyfriend?” He says, humming slowly, his eyes closed.
*Very good ending indeed.*
He lets himself be carried away, laying in her arms like a bride would be as they are carried.
He smiles, looking back up to them “You know I would go on a date with you if you just asked me?”
The Herald sighs and pulls out a bottle. It's made of black glass dotted with small indents. He hands it to him "Regeneration potion. Works for 24 hours." He then snaps his fingers and they in the void. (Hold up, Ill send ya a pm. Gore related.)
"You better be marrying her. I know a few fellas eyeing her up." He snickers "Gonna shoot em for ya but thought I'd tell ya first and let you have the fun."
(Stroth to Merabelle: YOU ARE MY BEST FRIEND. IF YOU DYING, IM DYING WITH YOU. AINT NO CHOICE!)
Stroth nods, offering to kill the others for her.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"got a project that has gotten more impossible the further i've gotten into it"
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Maybe I should talk to a therapist
Someone that can hear me
Every time I try to talk to someone close (someone near me)
They don't hear me (they don't hear me)
Yeah, they don't really hear me (yeah, they don't really hear me