I breathe in slowly. Food is life. I exhale, take another breath. Food is life. And that's the problem. When you're alive, people can hurt you. It's easier to crawl into a bone cage or a snowdrift of confusion. It's easier to lock everybody out. But it's a lie.

You must walk alone to find your soul.

I reach for funny books all the time to help me get through life.

I nod like I’m listening,like we’re communicating, and she never knows the difference.

Having a friend made everything else suck less.

I needed to hear the world but didn't want the world to know I was listening.

I pull my lower lip all the way in between my teeth. If I try hard enough, maybe I can gobble my whole self this way.... I didn't try hard enough to swallow myself.