In my dream I know I am falling. But there is no up or down, no walls or sides or ceilings, just the sensation of cold and darkness everywhere. I am so scared I could scream. But when I open my mouth, nothing happens. And I wonder if you fall forever and never touch down, is it really still falling? I think I will fall forever.

And in that moment, the wordless thing passed between us, the thing that wasn't quite love but was so close I could believe in it sometimes.

Why couldn't you let me have it? Why did you have to take it? Why did you always take everything?

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

It's not my fault I can't be like you, okay? I don't get up in the morning thinking the world is one big, shiny, happy place, okay? That's just not how I work. I don't think I can be fixed.

The only thing worse than having no friends is being pitied for having no friends.

Mistake, mistake, mistake. A strange word: stinging, somehow.