There are moments when we realise that a part of our self no longer belongs or meshes with the life we want or the person we want to be. As we make improvements, more things seem to fall apart: seams tug, threads snap, and holes form from areas that were once only threadbare. In our frantic state to keep it together, our true self emerges - a truly unique being. Our forms are similar in structure, yet our stitching, cloth, stuffing, and the holes we need to repair all differ.

To all my friends, thanks for bringing the needle and thread. =)

(Not sure how sensitive the idea of violence is here on Newgrounds, so I ranked this as having some since she's jabbing giant pins into her neck... *shrug*)