maybe she'd been scared of being paralyzed by fear again.
I hadnโt been in proper school in three years. My parents were my two best friends. My third best friend was an author who did not know I existed.
There's your labyrinth of suffering. We are all going. Find your way out of that maze.
And yes, again, that was it exactly. A retyper and not a writer. A prodigy and not a genius.
I'm a bad boyfriend. She's a bad girlfriend. We deserve each other.
We all romanticize the people we adore.