I'm so tired of missing things I don't have.

I want to undo this. To make it right. But I have no idea how. I don't seem to know how to open up to people without getting the door slammed in my face. So I do nothing.

Mia,” Kim said, an edge of warning in her voice signaling the end of her patience. “You’re starting to act like one of those girls. Do you need to get me a gun?

But still, I find the need to remind myself of the temporariness of a day, to reassure myself that I got through yesterday, I'll get through today.

Sometimes you can only feel something by its absence. By the empty spaces it leaves behind.

Sleep would be so welcome. A warm blanket of black to erase everything else. Sleep without dreams.

I don't know who I am. Or maybe I do know who I am and I just don't want to be her anymore.