Simply put, if you are a Wayward Victorian Girl, I'll find you.

You," he said, "are a terribly real thing in a terribly false world, and that, I believe, is why you are in so much pain.

And if I end up with blood on my hands, well I know, that you'll understand, 'cause I fight like a girl.

Being brave means to know something is scary, difficult, and dangerous, and doing it anyway, because the possibility of winning the fight is worth the chance of losing it.

It is not seen as insane when a fighter, under an attack that will inevitable lead to his death, chooses to take his own life first. In fact, this act has been encouraged for centuries, and is accepted even now as an honorable reason to do the deed. How is it any different when you are under attack by your own mind?

Then I break a glass and I slit my very innermost thigh so that I can pretend that I'm menstru--- well, unavailable.

I cut myself because you wouldn't let me cry. I cried because you wouldn't let me speak. I spoke because you wouldn't let me shine. I shone because I thought you loved me.