Meztere

I don't know what to do. I'm losing my mind over all of this... Have you considered talking to someone? I'm talking to you, aren't I? I meant someone that isn't a figment of your imagination. You're real to me. And why would I do that? Because the purpose of therapy is to help people. I don't need help, I just need to think everything through and figure it all out. You can't maintain a relationship for more than a month at a time and you have a new significant other within a week of the last relationship's end. Every relationship ends up with you and I having this same conversation. So I'm a bit fickle, that's no big deal. And hey

I don't know what to do. I'm losing my mind over all of this... Have you considered talking to someone? I'm talking to you, aren't I? I meant someone that isn't a figment of your imagination. You're real to me. And why would I do that? Because the purpose of therapy is to help people. I don't need help, I just need to think everything through and figure it all out. You can't maintain a relationship for more than a month at a time and you have a new significant other within a week of the last relationship's end. Every relationship ends up with you and I having this same conversation. So I'm a bit fickle, that's no big deal. And hey

Sapphira gazed up at the starry sky, the full moon's shine lighting the trees around her in the thick forest. She looked around, watching the animals scurry about her. She sat on a log and stared down at her dress. She was climbing trees earlier, and it was slightly torn. She brushed her purple hair from her pale, steel-blue eyes, and looked up at the rustling before her. It was a bunny. A little rabbit bouncing around, searching for food. Sapphira pulled a weed from the ground and held it out for the rabbit to chew. The critter slowly stepped up to her, and began to slowly eat. Sapphira sat perfectly still for a few minutes until the rabbit