I've had a love of cute and corny things since childhood, as I grew up cuddling plushies while watching monster movies with my dad. My false sense of security never prepared me for the supernatural or the actual adult world. I often smile and seem cute and friendly, but deep down I'm insecure and struggle with my suppressed emotions. I always try to act fine no matter how bad things are. Kira (my demon dog) is a handful, but she is also my therapy creature and I can't stay mad at her for long.