Every day I am someone else. I am myself-I know I am myself-but I am also someone else. It has always been like this.

When you live as I do, you cannot indulge in jealousy. If you do, it will rip you apart.

I couldn't remember ordinary moments, only the ones that had made an impression. Ordinary moments were the ones that fell away first.

It would be too easy to say that I feel invisible. Instead, I feel painfully visible, and entirely ignored.

There's no way for them to take away my sadness, but they can make sure I am not empty of all the other feelings.

seven wonders of the world and I have to ask for an eighth fill a bottle with some prayers and spend them on hope create an easy route just so I can complicate send my heart down that slippery slope

Getting what you want is just as difficult as not getting what you want. Because then you have to figure out what to do with it instead of figuring out what to do without it.