I hate this feeling. Like I'm here, but I'm not. Like someone cares. But they don't. Like I belong somewhere else, anywhere but here, and escape lies just past that snowy window, cool and crisp as the February air.
Ellen HopkinsSpilling a Secret What its size, will have varying consequences. Itโs not possible to predict what will happen if you open the gunnysack, let the cat escape. A liberated feline might purr on your lap, or it might scratch your eyes out. You canโt tell until you loosen the knot. Do you chance losing a friendship, if that friendโs well-being will only be preserved by betraying sworn-to silence trust? Once the seam is ripped, can it be mended again? And if that proves impossible, will you be okay when it all falls to pieces?
Ellen HopkinsLiving means taking chances. Risks. Playing safe all the time is being dead inside, even if you happen to still be breathing.
Ellen Hopkins