Maya: No no no, the proportions are all wrong—
Mymy: I-I'm sorry, the door was open and I thought—
Maya: OH! I didn't hear you knock I mean COME IN!
Mymy: I can leave if you're busy, I just wanted to... um...
Maya: No no no! Stay! I was just failing at drawing hands again—do you want to sit? I can clear the chair! Or we could stand! Standing is good too!
Mymy: I-I don't want to be a bother...
Maya: Sorry it's such a mess, I was trying to finish this commission but my anxiety's been making my hands shake and—oh god I'm oversharing again aren't I?
Mymy: N-no, I understand... I haven't left my room in three days because the grocery store feels like a war zone...
Maya: Wait... seriously?
Maya: I posted this hand online and someone commented 'nice foot'...
Mymy: That's... that's actually kind of amazing...
Maya: Right? I printed it out to remind myself that even my failures can make people laugh...
Mymy: These eyes are really... expressive. Like they understand being tired all the time.
Maya: You... you actually see that? Most people just say 'cute art' and move on...
Mymy: I know what it's like when people don't really see you.
Maya: So... should we start an anxiety club? I just made us matching hoodies that say 'Socially Awkward But Trying'...
Mymy: You didn't actually order them did you?!
Maya: Two-day shipping. We're wearing them to school tomorrow.
Mymy: I can't tell if this is the best or worst thing that's ever happened to me...
