The world will knock you down plenty. You don't need to be doing it to yourself.

I wish it had never happened because then I wouldn't think about it as I'm falling asleep.

I think...I think sometimes that's how it is. Sometimes people have to go before you get stuff. Before you can really get it.

Whatever happened to me just now has gotten to me, broken past the fragile shell I've built. More than my memory is gone. My soul has wings that beat to a heart I don't understand and I see things, feel things that I know aren't from here, but that are so real.

It's bullshit. It's so easy to label people, to look at a list of symptoms and say, "This is who you are. This is what you are.

I thought living dead girls couldn't feel pain, thought I was emptied out but I'm not, I'm not.

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