"You'll have to be gentle with her
She's got big feelings and not a lot of space to put them, they end up pouring out like water from a burst pipe. Floods the first floor of the house, traps herself in the bedroom. She'll just stay there you know, even if you try fix the pipe. She stays in the bedroom, matted hair mould growing in the dishes she surrounds her nest with. Swears she looks like she's rotting from the inside out. Probably feels like it too.
Must find it addicting, you know? That sadness. Must have rewired something up there. It's the human condition after all, to stay in the comfortable, in the familiar. Must find solace in the hunger, the exhaustion, the pain. Voice all hoarse cos she hasn't spoken in weeks. That's how she gets you know, and I'm not trying to put you off. I'm just making sure you know.
You'll have to be gentle with her"




















