My Dad Just Came In The Room And Asked How I Was Feeling And Then I Said A Bit Weird Then He Said Well We’re All Weird So That’s Ok And That’s Just Like Really Nice Wtf
ok but… now i’m sorta accepting that? I’m getting extreme comfort from being a lot like Mae wtf… I wanna dress like her and stuff… this is strange. and kinda nice? I’ve never had any sort of proper coping mech before…
