Well of course, I'm deranged while she could be just like every other girl; a bit more normal than I could ever be. Doubting she has problems with crowds while I'm the contrary. I might be able to look all that however most times edgy or awkward and forlorn. Though he said I was amazing. That I'm fucking amazing. Alas, it doesn't really change things. I guess I might have almost believed it, I almost did, I wanted to but couldn't possibly let myself. Still, I wouldn't. Accepting it means blossoming the sort of hope I don't need.
Or I just couldn't, aware of how I'm not at all.
-riri-
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