#donald.

daisy thought about what donald said. he had a fair question and she took the things he said seriously enough to answer honestly. he was one of the only people on this planet that she didn’t have to try to be genuine with. “for the most part, no. i mean, changing my childhood changes me completely and i love me.” she paused for a moment. “but i would change some things....like....well, this is probably stupid, but i would try to change my umm...temper...i guess. try to be more patient with people and umm....our relationship. not fight so much and just....let myself be happy. because i am super happy, always. but i know i could be....genuinely happy. if i let things happen. and i don’t. and i don’t know why i can’t just let good shit come my way, but i don’t, so....yeah. i would wanna change that. so that i can be with the people i love most and be ready to like....settle down. or be worthy of a certain person to feel like they could settle down with me or whatever.....” @theangriestquack

daisy knew she needed to approach donald in a mature matter. she couldn’t get their time at the masquerade out of her head and she wanted to tell him that. but for some reason she just....choked. every time. she knew what she wanted and she knew what she needed, but when it came to donald it was just so hard to do that when they weren’t together. getting back together was supposed to be easy, and yet it was not. she could really use a pep talk right about now, but she was a strong woman, she could do that on her own. give herself a pep talk. “alright....” she said to herself, pacing the ground as she walked. “you care about him. he cares about you. you can have this talk. it’s like, not hard at all.” she sighed. “and yet....it is.” she ran a hand through her hair. lame, but whatever. she was just gonna do it. she was daisy mae duke. she could do whatever she wanted. so she knocked on his door, hoping he would be the one to answer.