Have you ever been so happy you FUCKING DIED???

I have. I've been happy enough to barely be able to form coherent sentences, and blush hard enough to light matches with my skin. I've spent all this time building a wall between me and mean words that whenever I'm met with genuine kindness I just kinda melt since I don't really know what to do. It's ESPECIALLY bad when someone I idolize praises me. Can't function like a normal person when that happens. Break into a cold sweat as the room becomes unbearably hot.

And then I die.

So yeah.




I'm a ghost now.


Also, fun fact, this was originally part of a comic, but I decided that the panel by itself was strong enough to stand alone. So I finished it.