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rain me might be my favorite me

(this post was going to be called "winter me might be my favorite me", but today proved that the rain does not care about seasons.) rain me is kind. or at least kinder than i am when the sun is out - which isn't very hard if i'm being honest. rain me is quieter, too - and that is something i've always wanted to be. every time i open my mouth i feel like my voice is too bright. rain me is small - she lets the world sweep over her and the sound of the rain envelop her and all she needs is a tight place to be happy - or at least okay. i love that about her - i hate it when i don't fit (either literally or metaphorically). rain me gets shit done, funnily enough. give her something sweet to eat and something warm to wear, and she will listen to the rain and solve all the problems of the world. at least the ones in her head. at least the ones that give her anxiety at night. rain me is the me i wish i was all the time. she speaks softly and she walks softly and ...