It daunted me that you were so beautiful, that you were so at ease in social situations, as if every room was heliotropic, with you at the center. And I guess it daunted you that I had so many more friends than you, that I could put my words together like this, on paper, and could sometimes conjure a certain sense out of things. The key is to never recognize these imbalances. To not let the dauntingness daunt us.

i wish i were someone else, even though i know i'll never, ever be able to get away from what i've done and what's been done to me.

Music is everywhere. It’s in the air between us, waiting to be sung.

We just want to walk. Our legs need to move to keep our minds from collapsing.

I don't get this at all. It's like protesting the fact that some people are red-haired.

We found out a long time ago that we weren’t meant to fall in love with each other. But a part of me still fell in hope with him.

In small letters, someone has written NEVER FORGET on one of the slats. I know it's supposed to be a pledge, but it feels like a curse. Don't we have to forget some of it? Don't we have to forget this feeling? If we don't, how will we live?