So I went to Comic-Con in Atlanta today. I got to meet Karen Gillen. I saw her and started crying. My dad went and paid for the ticket to meet her. I walked up to her crying. She looked at me, rubbed my arm, and asked me if I was okay. The only words I could get to come out were “I’m sorry. I just love you so much.” I told her about my self harm issues and asked her to draw a butterfly on my arm for the butterfly project. She agreed. My dad stayed behind to tell her what the butterfly was for. She called me back over and hugged me, tears in her eyes, and said “You are too beautiful to do this to yourself.” She is my role model. I love her so much. This is the butterfly she drew.
bad at making friends
