I feel an overwhelming rush of sadness... I'm just struck with a sense of time passing so quickly, rushing forward. One day I'll wake up and my whole life will be behind me, and it will seem to have gone as quickly as a dream.

Of course. That's what people do in a disordered world, a world of freedom and choice: they leave when they want. They disappear, they come back, they leave again. And you are left to pick up the pieces on your own.

i feel like a curtain has dropped away and i'm seeing people for who they really are, different, and sharp, and unknowable.

For the first time in my life I've done something for me and by choice and not because somebody told me it was good or bad.

Fridays are the hardest in some ways: you’re so close to freedom.

Now I'd rather be infected with love for the tiniest sliver of a second than live a hundred years smothered by a lie.

It's as though the words are trapped, buried under past fears, past lives, like fossils compressed under layers of dirt.