“Oh. Well. If I’m going to try to accept myself as a person, I should probably have an idea of what sort of person I want to be. That’s all.”

Because that’s such a small thing. It sits up, pulling its weighted blanket up into its arms and sort of hugging it.

“Also, I will gladly talk about who I care for. But I’m serious, don’t make it weird.” Because it is so self-conscious saying even this much,