I'm so tired of missing things I don't have.
What's that sound I hear? It's just my lifetime It's whistling past my ear
Every fiction has its base in fact.
You can have your wishes, your plans, but at the end of the day, it's out of your control -Mia
Because that day with Willem, I may have pretended to be someone named Lulu, but I had never been more honest in my life. Maybe that's the thing with liberation. It comes at a price.
If I stay. If I live. It’s up to me. All this business about medically induced comas is just doctor talk. It’s not up to the doctors. It’s not up to the absentee angels. It’s not even up to God who, if He exists, is nowhere around right now. It’s up to me.