And what if---what are you if the people who are supposed to love you can leave you like you're nothing?

Once upon a time, I did not live in Shady Pines. Once upon a time, my name was not Alice. Once upon a time, I didn't know how lucky I was.

I don't know how I know that, but I do. I can feel the beat of that truth inside me. Taste it bitter on my tongue. Sometimes, like now, I didn't think I want to know who I really am.

Like a heart, and I wish mine wasn't beating.

I've been taught that love is beautiful and kind, but it isn't like that at all. It is beautiful, but it's a terrible beauty, a ruthless one, and you fall-you fall, and the thing is- The thing is you want to. You don't care what's coming you just want who your heart beats for.

The truth is, I feel beyond sad. I feel empty. Numb.

the thing is you can get used to anything you think you cant you want to die but you dont you cant you just are