I don’t want to be that person, who just takes things.

So, this is how it's become? This is how I've become? A walking contradiction? I'm surrounded by people and feel alone. I claim to crave a bit of normalcy but now that I have some, it's like I don't know what to do with it, I don't know how to be a normal person anymore.

It's quiet now. So quiet that can almost hear other people's dreams.

Then I smell the sweat on him, a clean musky scent that I'd bottle and wear as perfume if I could.

Anything that kills hope is a sin

So let's hear another one of your irrational fears. Mia grasped me by the arms and pulled herself in to my chest, like she was burrowing her body into mine. "I'm scared of losing you," she said in the faintest of voices." I pushed her away so I could see her face and kissed the top of her forehead. "I said 'irrational' fears. Because that's not gonna happen.

In the middle of L.A.'s sunny non-winter, I need to sit in a dark closet to feel right.