I knew how much it hurt to be the daughter of people who can't see you, not even if you are standing in front of them stomping your feet.

It's a shame we can't just admit that we failed family living, sell the house, split up the money, and get on with our lives.

I wish I had cancer. I will burn in hell for that, but it's true.

Didn't help to ponder things that were forever gone. It only made a body restless and fill up with bees, all wanting to sting something.

They tied me back together, but they didn't use double knots. My insides are draining out of the fault lines in my skin, I can feel it, but every time I check the bandages, they're dry.

I live in the borderlands. The word ghost sounds like memory. The word therapy means exorcism. My visions echo and multiplymultiply. I don't know how to figure out what they mean. I can't tell where they start or if they will end. But I know this. If they shrink my head any more, or float me away on an ocean of pills, I will never return.

We're good at taking care of little kids, and spend a lot of energy teaching them things like how to read. But when kids get as tall as their parents and can look them in the eyes, we tend to drop the ball - at a time they most need a loving consistent community of adults, be it parents, aunts, uncles, or others.