Do you think you could let someone go if you thought it was best for them?
Being a teen is past for me. Worrying about the world and my place in it is not.
Theres nothing like reading about a world that feels dead to throw your own beautiful, colorful life into sharp relief.
How can we appreciate anything fully when overwhelmed with too much?
I realize now how much courage it takes to choose the life you want, whatever that might be.
It's been so long since I've let myself feel anger that I don't just feel it. It covers my mouth and I swallow it down, the taste sharp and metal as though I'm gnawing through foilware.