Gypsy Wolf;;

"Courage," the Grey Wolf said,

"It doesn't come easily,

But it's what you need.

No one should keep their ghosts as pets."

Hello, I'm Tiffany Wolf. It's my first month as a certified gypsy. I'm sad to say that I spent the first week of it in a rather pathetic bout of depression and self-loathing. When you've spent so much time as a sad person, it takes a whole lot of bravery to teach yourself to be happy.

Even moreso, when you've spent so much of your life as an unpaid actress, being forced to play a role, it takes courage to figure out what even makes you happy to begin with. But I'm determined that the words I write won't be fit for a Shakespearean tragedy, as been a common theme in all past projects.

What is making me happy on this eleventh day of February? Heart shaped earrings, bangles, Earl Grey tea from teacups, and Dolly spinning the afternoon away. Mornings spent exploring my new neighborhood, and evenings getting lost in stacks of dusty books.

But I'm not ready to give up all my somberness. As Sally Sparrow once said, "sad is happy for deep people." Poignant sadness. Clam, Crab, Cockle, Cowrie sadness.

‎"Your skin is something that I stir into my tea
And I am watching you
and you are starry, starry, starry"