I realize now how much courage it takes to choose the life you want, whatever that might be.

When we read dystopia, we root for these people to break free because we are these people; hoping and fighting against things that are bigger than ourselves.

I'm falling in love. I am in love. And it's not with Xander, though I do love him. I'm sure of that, as sure as I am of the fact what I feel for Ky is something different.

Theres nothing like reading about a world that feels dead to throw your own beautiful, colorful life into sharp relief.

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.

I have tried to be righteous all my life. Yet I have never been content.

Remembering is part of thinking, but not all of it.