You know, I think it's about time our favourite little pine tree got a character study. Just a quick heads-up that this is gonna be heavy with the self-projecting just like Wirt's was. I kin both of them so it's kind of an inevitability.

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You may not be a Psychonaut, but your poor little mind is certainly a battlefield. And it's not your fault all those memories of fear and betrayal have made you this way.

You always knew the world was not what it seems on the surface. That was your curse, the way you could see what nobody else noticed but could not convince them it was real. At least until you arrived in Gravity Falls and learned that everything you thought was right.

But while falling down that rabbit hole of pine trees healed you, I think it also left you with scars as well. You can barely sleep without a dream catcher to protect you. You have to look at others in the eyes before you talk, just to be safe. Because the only thing you've learned that hasn't been shattered or turned upside down is three little words: trust no one.

You want to trust some of them, though. You finally have family and friends that understand your passion. And if they stood by you when the world was burning, there should be very little chance of them abandoning you now, right?

I truly wish I could smooth the wrinkles of anxiety from your face. There is no reason for you to fear being too small, or too awkward, or not smart enough. Yet you still see ghosts in the mirror, and trace gravestones in the gravel lining of the driveway.

Were you always like this? Clever as a fox, mapping the galaxies in your eyes and drinking the words out of books like nectar, but never truly understanding people. Maybe, before everything flipped upside down, you'd just never cared to.

Do you and your sister still blame yourselves for what happened, even though you're only children? Even though those sugar-coated promises of milk and honey could have swayed anybody under that kind of stress? Even though he is a demon, and he would have just found someone else to use anyway?

Maybe that's why you look at yourself sometimes and start to fear you're made of smoke and dreams again. Why you crack pens beneath your teeth like lollipops, because even if it's awful the taste and feel of the ink at least reminds you you're alive.

That, at least, hasn't changed. You wouldn't let it. No matter how broken you feel inside. Because you are a survivor, just like the pine tree you are connected to. You have always been a survivor.

The world treated you unfairly, after all, didn't it? So you learned pretty quickly how to stitch a broken spirit back together. And maybe you do get a rush of satisfaction when you think about the times you proved them wrong, but that's okay because you earned it.

So you will never stop being curious or turning over every stone when something doesn't add up in your eyes. You plot out the rules of this world on a corkboard with string and rack your brain for answers. There's no puzzle that you cannot solve; there can't be.

But you also won't stop glancing over your shoulder when wind blows the wrong way. Poised for the appearance of an invisible enemy, which could happen at any moment. Even though deep down you know them coming back is next to impossible.

What does that word mean to you anyway, impossible? You have seen many impossible things, or at least things most people believe are impossible. Perhaps it doesn't mean anything anymore, and it's just a nonsense word with no weight to it.

Your words aren't nonsense, however. So you scribble them all down in the mountain of notebooks that helps keep you sane at night. Because maybe someone, somewhere, will be just enough like you to need that advice one day. And if that happens you want to help them.

You always were the protective type. Everyone you care about is thoroughly sheltered by your evergreen branches, though they might not realise it sometimes. You tell yourself it's fine that they don't notice as long as they stay safe. I think you are lying.

And there's nothing wrong with wanting a little recognition. We all want to be validated. Your heart is hardened to the content of compliments though, and your mind is sceptical of their intentions. So for the time being you will glide under the radar and enjoy the lack of attention.

Despite all this, you remain a warm and sturdy pine tree. I hope one day you will receive the appreciation you've been looking for, and that when it happens, your mind is in a better place for you to believe it.