honestly there’s nothing wrong with wanting to be cute, it’s just that by admitting you want to, you become a person that desires something. you start to resolve that aching tension in your core. that fear and longing to be something. and the more you admit you want something the more you have to admit you didn’t have it. because to want an ego strong enough to desire cuteness, is to act against everything you used to be. yet before that tension can be completely resolved within yourself, you must first endure the pain of admitting you were wrong. in the end it’s more comfortable to think that you’re a victim of circumstance, isn’t it? like you’re a flower wilting in a patch of grass because a billboard got put up.
still, i don’t think it would be right for that flower to pray for the billboard to be struck by lightning. i think if that flower truly was a victim, it would pray to be anywhere but the darkness. even if the prayers didn’t do anything, why desire a fire so close to home? are you that spiteful little flower? is the pain of the darkness so cutting that you now have to cut down the world in turn? maybe it is, but little flower. it’s still dark and you’re still wilting.