I don't think I can come out of this unscathed.
I love holidays, and when they're government holidays, even better.
My old escapes are like secret passageways in and out of my brain.
Today it seemed like the whole city was out and I couldn't handle it.
I am educated but not learned.
We all know tomorrow will still happen even if we cease to exist.
There is nothing more miserable than seeing endless darkness even when there is light.
When I look at the photos in the yearbooks I only see a shadow of a girl, smiling a broken smile.
The process of getting better is torturous, it's so much work.
From a time of silencing, we've moved into a time of speaking.