We could have been happy. I know that, and it is perhaps the hardest thing to know.

Growing apart doesn't change the fact that for a long time we grew side by side; our roots will always be tangled. I'm glad for that.

I can trust in my parents' love. And it strikes me that is a big thing to trust, a big thing to have had, no matter what else happens.

I wonder if I will ever have the strength to hold onto something. Or if I will always be someone who destroys.

We could have been happy. I know that, and it is perhaps the hardest thing to know.

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.

You cannot change your journey if you are unwilling to move at all.