A tiny 22-year-old cantaloupe from Southern California.  My body freaks out when it comes across too much stimuli and the only way that it's not embarrassing is when I write about it afterwards.

Everything is a little scary and a lot of frustrating, but I'm working on it.

There are two purposes for this place: it's cathartic and healing on lucky occasions, and there is always the beautiful possibility that someone may feel less alone.  If that person always ends up being me, then at least it fulfills purpose no. 1.