I knew myself early — resilient, warm, steady — and, if I may say so, quite good-looking.
I never turn on people. Rarely fight. My one quirk: when restless and trapped indoors, I twist tissues into tiny braids — finer than anyone's.
A genius is born, not made.
A Red Disaster
A Slight Smile
Arguing Left
Arguing Right
Argument and Dismissal
Awkward Silence
Blank Silhouettes
Boredom
Cold Sweat
Concentrating Hard
Control Panel
Crying Uncontrollably
Dejected
Engaging the Keyboard
Face-to-Face Argument