Ummm .. surprise me !! :^D

Yes please ^_^

… O-okay ..

… Does it really matter that much ,?

I don’t wanna make a big deal out of it …

No one in particular .. ! It just happens . Um . Sometimes,

… And stuff keeps getting printed wrong ..

Please don’t kill anyone

… ?

It’s okay!!! There’s no need for violence .. !

Iiiii go by she/her uu um but some of my stuff is still branded wrong and. People still call me a guy sometimes but it’s fine

I’ve been, um …
… It’s getting better .. I think .

Um . You think I look nice, ?

Eehhee … thank you, Ann .. ❤️
… I missed you .

HWAA H …. ???

… I-is it that bad,

/// …
You think so .. ?

[ her antennae perk up when she hears the other’s voice from behind the door, standing up and rushing to the door like you might expect a dog to do when their owner returns … ]

Sp—Spammy !! You, ah …
… For me .. ?

I, um …
I found something nice ? To wear ? Hhaha … umm .

#TennasChristmasTime … ?
I think that was it .

You're so polite with your sadness. you don't want to ruin this for anyone.

// mood me too twin. happy holidays to you too though!!!

… ?

Dia ? :^0

Um !! A l-little better, I think ...

... I, u-um .. don't feel like hurting myself all the time anymore . So I think that's progress ...

Hi Anty ^_^

>_>

[ that thought scares her almost as much as the stares do .

... she whines pathetically . ]

[ she sighs at the kiss ... the warmth of his lips on her casing is the only thing that feels real sometimes .

she thinks about ... the party . the noise . the people staring . but then she thinks about staying in this room, alone with her thoughts ... forever . ]

while shifting her body to obscure her missing arm . ]

I'm nn—d-don't ... don't j-joke like th-that ...

[ her voice is small and miserable, trembling with the weight of her dysmorphia . it's like she doesn't see how someone could find her pretty at all anymore . ]

[ she freezes, the compliment landing not as a kindness, but as a confusion—like jewel is looking at someone else standing behind her .

she instinctively curls in on herself, her remaining hand coming up to tug at her collar, trying to hide the scars on her neck,

not wanting to separate even for just the walk down the hall . ]

Y-you're staying ... r-r-right .. ?