things have been difficult lately, you feel like you can’t do anything right and it makes you want to cry.

A lot makes you cry.. loud noises, people talking to loudly, the feeling of some clothes. normally, you’d go to the bathroom and you’d pull at your hair and bawl your eyes out.

all 4 things happened and you ran to the garden to stop making others upset. You were having a breakdown in a hidden bit of the garden. Someone tapped your shoulder “are you alright?..” it’s Papa Primo.