How do I appear unthreatening when her lover's blood is running down my chin?

I sigh inside, so exhausted by these ugly questions, but when did a monster ever deserve its privacy?

Every experience, good or bad, is a priceless collector's item.

What I'm saying is, when you have weight like that in your life, you have to start looking for the bigger picture or you are gonna sink.

Nothing is permanent. Not even the end of the world.

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—

Are my words ever actually audible, or do they just echo in my head while people stare at me, waiting?