[justify][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 350px; overflow: auto]Ahe cried too much. Far too much. She didn't really know how to cover it. Her depression was new. Witchy wasn't used to feeling so sad. Everything was just ... Bland. She didn't want to make friends. Emotions were confusing; sexuality was confusing and pain was. Witchkit was nothing now.
The female attempted to cover her dull-looking expeession with a tired face. She sat out on the wet sand with her tail wrapped tightly around her.



