Who Are You?

I go by many names; pick a plant and it'll work. Sorrel? Fern? Camelia? Matteuccia struthiopteris? Amorphophallus titanum? Sure. Or you can just call me Helier, to keep it simple; it's up to you. I like many things. I'm reserved and a bit skittish; I bite the hand that feeds. I have never broken a bone. I have strong opinions about music and I don't like blind contour drawings.

What are you?

I'm a college student with a gaming/coding/drawing problem. Life is suffering and baby, I'm a masochist.

Where are you?

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When are you?

1873. Time loop, you know how it is.

Why are you?

I think often often about people I spoke to once, but never had the courage to speak to again. I think that is life, though, a river with a violent current; you can only look back on what has happened and wished you'd done something different. You are in the river, though. Swim.

How are you?

I'm doing pretty good, you?