Just another body floating through space, with her head in the clouds and rain in her veins. My name is Kyla. Theatre techie. Quite gay. Typical, untypical teenager. Washingtonian, home is where the rain is.
it probably seems like i cry over stupid shit but tbh i usually end up crying because i’ve stored up all of my upset feelings from multiple things rather than express them and then the littlest thing sets me off like spilling my drink may not be that big of a deal but when i’ve stored up that many negative emotions it feels like i busted a hole in the hoover dam