I don't know. Sometimes, I feel nothing, and I'm so afraid. Afraid I'll stop feeling anything at all. I'll just slip away inside myself...I just need to feel something" A Great and Terrible Beauty, Page 177, by

You are unique, and this is a beautiful, beautiful thing, grasshopper.

They see her differently now, as somebody. And isn't that what everyone wants? To be seen?

Clothing left on the bed unfolded. Books stained with coffee spots. Tabs not paid until the last possible second. Boys kissed and then forgotten in a week’s time.

We have work to do if you are not to be a total failure like high-waisted, acid-wash jeans.

To each his own magic.

I'm like everyone else in this stupid, bloody, amazing world. I'm flawed. Impossibly so. But hopeful. I'm still me.