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I think what hurts most is that there are vignettes of getting *almost* there, cut short at the last minute by immutable mental circumstance. Like sublimation from liquid to gas – sometimes, that extra energy needed to change phase is simply an insurmountable barrier. If only we could find a way to energize the self.
Did you know you can just write things without using a thesaurus?
Dude, really? Being an asshole on a website full of depressed people? Does that honestly seem like a good idea to you?
Anyone is welcome to express themselves anyway they like as long as it’s not hateful or insensitive.
. . . Your name. . . it hurts me to see that name. . .
The worst thing. I feel envious of the scarred girl because she at least was able to get a kiss.
I have thoroughly loved seeing their relationship play out, both the accuracy and the consistant implimentation of the relationship development is amazing – in the traditional sense of awe inspiring.
Letolah Titanides says
I like the contrasting confidence level of the characters. One is covered in freckles and not afraid to show it but another is covered in scars and it’s completely different. It’s interesting to see because in a way they both don’t have a choice to look that way. One was born with freckles and the other feels like cutting herself is practically the only way to cope with life.
Also, these comics are amazing! Great job!