2/1/2025, 5:03 AM
She's close, and he doesn't mind. "You absolutely can hang out with the 'new' me. Maybe the real me? Or the fake me? I don't ask anymore." He shifts his shoulder a bit. She wants to come close, and he'll lean into it, turning his body so his face isn't far from hers.
"Fiadh. A name I thought I made up." The visions of hell, the trips on so many drugs... "We haven't seen each other since the fires, no. The spirits haven't been as forceful lately." His head will never be empty, but he can at least keep them under control with the right self medication. "How have you been, though?"
"Fiadh. A name I thought I made up." The visions of hell, the trips on so many drugs... "We haven't seen each other since the fires, no. The spirits haven't been as forceful lately." His head will never be empty, but he can at least keep them under control with the right self medication. "How have you been, though?"
And now we've realigned the edges
I'm doing very well I thank you
All this sympathy is starting to wear me down
I wish I was someone else
I'm doing very well I thank you
All this sympathy is starting to wear me down
I wish I was someone else
