Real eyes, realise, real lies.
What you must understand about me is that I’m a deeply unhappy person.
“She was a genius of sadness, immersing herself in it, separating its numerous strands, appreciating its subtle nuances. She was a prism through which sadness could be divided into its infinite spectrum.”
Turned off and feel pretty disgusted to the point where I probably won’t let it happen again for another month, possibly two.
I’m sure that you and your d liked it. It is what it is.
