What do you see when you look into my eyes? Do you see the fake happiness I wear as my skin, or do you see the pain and sadness in the tears I'm holding back, or do you see the darkness that has taken over my soul? Or are you too busy with yourself that you don't even find the time to look me into my eyes?






"Dying is easy, young man. Living is harder."



DO NOT INTERACT IF YOU ARE; 
TERF, nazi, homophobe/transphobe, xenophobe, transmed, anti-neopronouns, panphobes, aphobe, queerphobe, or racist. Stay the fuck away.