Yeah, selling this girl for 10$, no less-- no trades please, need money.
Paypal, note me for my address, First come first serve!!



About her--
Catharsis: The only way I can seem to bring myself to this conclusion with out it sounding like a non sequitur in my eyes is that when it especially comes to grieving, I would always tend to let others label me as something that I'm not-- things we tend to mis-categorize based on the very shallow or untimely emotions we give when it comes to grieving. I always withhold indescribable anger towards what should be serious and softening. However I do this for about a month or so, just pure on anger or tend to feel nothing nor notion the idea, suppressing or pushing away the fact that it happened: denial. Even when it's a happy memory. Eventually, on my own, I find one thing. One deeply rooted and valued thing that occurs to me as to a moment of simple joy, genuine and close joy. Every other thing has bane me to a monster-- but alas I break out into unstoppable sobs and hysterical disbelief. It feels that everything has suddenly come to disclosure. All that I was, all that I could have been has been relieved. That fuzzy, discrete misunderstanding… It's at peace. And I move on within those last blinks of tears and a sigh. Thus Catharsis is that key.