But you can't get away from yourself. You can't decide not to see yourself anymore. You can't decide to turn off the noise in your head.

I hate not knowing what to believe anymore. I hate not knowing what's real.

Maybe if I forgot things once in a while, we'd all be a little bit happier.

I’m going to be mentally ill in fifteen years, and that’s why my husband doesn’t want to be around me.

Stories about sensitive issues like sex, drugs or sexual assault, suicide and teen drinking, are often censored because people just don't want to talk about those things. It's not that these things don't happen, but when they're shared in a fictional setting, for some reason they make some people uncomfortable.

She wants to believe my excuses so bad. Every time I lie, she wants to believe me so much.

But I do know which is the least popular. The truth.