Because what's the point of something virtual if it doesn't end up being real?

You spend so much time, so much effort, trying to hold yourself together. And then everything falls apart anyway.

I was starting to think I was making up memories, just to have answers. Our brain does that sometimes. Or at least mine does.

I don’t want you to think I got through this undamaged, okay? But I’m learning to live with it. Because otherwise, the damage is all you are.

The tenderness between two people can turn the air tender, the room tender, time itself tender. As I step out of bed and slip on an oversize shirt, everything around me feels like it's the temperature of happiness.

Void is when there is absolutely nothing there and the nothing is natural, a complete vacuum. But empty - with empty, you are aware of what's supposed to be there. Empty means something is missing.

What i want is for what i want to actually matter.