Vitamins ruined my life. Not that there was much left to ruin, but still. I know that blaming vitamins for my horrible life sounds strange. After all, vitamins are supposed to keep people healthy. Also, they're inanimate objects. But thanks to them I was stuck in the Jackson Center Mall watching my father run around in a bee costume.

I love books. I like that the moment you open one and sink into it you can escape from the world, into a story that's way more interesting that yours will ever be.

Anger can try to break your heart, but sorrow is what will. What can. What does.

And yet here I am. Broken and bleeding on the inside, heartsick, I am here.

The heart is a place with worm holes made by feelings you aren't supposed to have but do.

But the past couple of days I’ve missed you so much it’s felt like missing you is all I am.

Something in me, in my bruised heart, wakes up, and even though I'm terrified, I don't push the feeling away.