12:08 PM ]]Words that would mend the things that were broken.
Grey matters: Who am I?
I am a girl, I have no name, I have no identity, I am an empty canvas, I have no self esteem, I hate myself, I play hide and seek, I am lonely. I felt naked.
Grey matters made us pull skeletons out of our cupboards. This was counseling, not class. It was evil. Grey matters. So, who are you?
>Talk to me.