...thinking all this maximalism would somehow generate happiness?

I want to change my punctuation. I long for exclamation marks, but I'm drowning in ellipses.

I want a new past,new memories, a new first handshake with love. I want to start over in every possible way.

Came to . . . see you.” “But I had to go home, remember? You were supposed to say good-bye.” “Don't know why you . . . say good-bye. I say . . . hello.” Her lip quivers between reactions, but she ends up with a reluctant smile. “God you're a cheeseball. But seriously, R—

It’s sad to see them staring wistfully through the window when the door isn’t locked.

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.

We have to remember everything. If we don't, by the time we grow up it'll be gone forever.