Wat if I am a hopeless romantic skittle obsord when u have someone blowing up your phone and a thousand and 2 unheard messages just to remind you that it definitely mean nothing just reality in disguised so happy and it seems to listen to the lonely voice when asked about it burried in tears or drown in your own soul of the embrodery its stained I can't fix orita stuck actually unfortunately loving after so long the unrealist and I don't think it's fair a fairytale of the hidden witch who deserved it all breaking the rules for unreal monatomic desire