Accepting help is its own kind of strength.

Heal my heart and make it clean, open up my eyes to the things unseen, show me how to love like you have loved me.

I pranced around the room like a blind moose, but what I lacked in grace I made up for in effort.

For you, someone kind of quiet and mysterious-" "I'm not mysterious," I interrupted. "You are a little. And sometimes people don't know whether to interpret silence as confidence or fear. They're looking at you like you're a bug so maybe you'll feel like you are one.

I curled closer to May, comforted by her warmth.

The best people all have some kind of scar.

It is fine to be upset, but that won't get you anywhere. You gotta think about what you can learn from this. So far, looks like all you've learned is how to beat up on something that can't beat you back.