It's true, I am afraid of dying. I am afraid of the world moving forward without me, of my absence going unnoticed, or worse, being some natural force propelling life on. Is it selfish? Am I such a bad person for dreaming of a world that ends when I do? I don't mean the world ending with respect to me, but every set of eyes closing with mine.

People shouldn't be allowed to get married until it's too late to have kids.

What is being awake if not interpreting our dreams, or dreaming if not interpreting our wake?

Nothing is beautiful and true.

Why didn't he say goodbye? I gave myself a bruise. Why didn't he say 'I love you'?

I am sure people tell you this constantly but if you looked up 'incredibly beautiful' in the dictionary there would be a picture of you.

He promised us that everything would be okay. I was a child, but I knew that everything would not be okay. That did not make my father a liar. It made him my father.