you are several rabbits turned into one, actually.
and no, i will not say nice things. i refuse to say nice things. saying nice things is for the weak.
but going back to rabbits.
i would say that you are about sixteen fluffy white ones piled on top of each other, except the last, the very last that makes up your head, is yellow. a bright, sunshine-y yellow. a yellow with no regrets.
that. is what you are.
and that last rabbit's face?
well.
it's pretty funny.