I love it!
How cute. Really.
You’ve spent your entire life trying to remake reality.
You’re amused, but that part has always come so easily.
How sad.
You numb your senses far too often and play your peculiar little games. It makes you feel a bit better, but it’s still all a bizarre little fantasy.
In the end, it’s all just dumped into a cheap wood box.
Is there anyone who will bother to visit and leave a few wilted flowers?