so whatever. she is sad and is not getting really any better. she has hit a plateau in her grief. is there another place she should be at, or on? she cannot see it from where she is. just one day after another. that's all she does. she has no real future.
shit. bad vibes again. stop it, Bunny. keep those negative thoughts for your personal journal.
brighter posts. faux good times.
they let us wear Halloween costumes at work for that weekend. Bunny has been working on hers. she wants to be a forest fairy. here are the wings she made. she has been working on them off and on since July.
she wishes she could "fly me away with you, my love."
Bunny smiles to herself when she thinks about what Dragon would say about her silly, glittery forest fairy wings.