I made this blog myself, and I've spent the last four years filling it with all the things that people told me were pointless. Like random thoughts about love and fear and hope and monsters and tinfoil crowns. The people tell me I am a complicated fool. They say I should stop this nonsense and spend my time thinking about more important things like money and home furnishings and business. But I refuse to listen to them. Nothing in the entire world is more important than the tinfoil crown she made me. Nothing.
