v u l v a l i c i o u s
grey grey grey
vacillating between feeling desirable and undesirable. inhabiting a grey space that doesn't fit. i'm not supposed to be here.
i'm a sunny springtime child, i am full of wonder and delight. the world is supposed to love me back.
i want to be alone and i am so tired of being alone. there is fog and fog and fog. grey and grey and grey.