“Let’s leave your fate to the numbers…”

geluisms:

5: My muse is now over sensitive and will take anything and everything the wrong way. They will be a bumbling mess of emotions and misunderstandings…

“Why does everyone hate me…?”

“Sweetheart, we don’t hate you. We just … ” Summer sighed, trying to find the right words. “We just worry about you, that’s all.”