I wonder how well she sleeps at night, and what kind of dreams she has. I wish I could step into them like she steps into mine.

Stop. Breathe those useless breaths. Drop this piece of life you’re holding to your lips. Where are you? How long have you been here? Stop now. You have to stop. Squeeze shut your stinging eyes, and take another bite.

I wonder how well she sleeps at night, and what kind of dreams she has. I wish I could step into them like she steps into mine.

What's the point of trying to fix a world we're so briefly in?

All the shitty stuff people do to themselves... it can all be the same thing, you know? Just a way to drown out your own voice. To kill your memories without having to kill yourself.

I feel an unfamiliar but pleasant sensation in my lips, tugging them upward. This is... new.

Once again the absurdity of my inner thoughts overwhelms me, and I want to crawl out of my skin, escape my ugly, awkward flesh and be a skeleton, naked and anonymous.