Madness string 111967

Random mermaid
I lost a cousin like this, was a gay teen in Texas. His mom isolated him from the rest of us to the point that, when he slipped away from us entirely, it hardly made a ripple. Nobody in the entire extended family ever talks about him. His mom turned all over demands for perfection on her younger children and acts like he never existed. I met him once, but nobody has said his name in years and now I can't remember it anymore.

If you have a harsh reality, you'll have a harsh fantasy too. The past and future are a loop, your mind a labyrinth, your flaws are your strengths because you hold them so close. Your heart can always be revived. You can always return to fantasy; it exists outside of time and death. Opening up fully to other people is the bravest thing you can do. Dreams or reality, which is the truth?