Flawed, imperfect creatures! That's what we both are, oga! That's what we ALL are!

We cried and sobbed and wept and bled tears. But when we were finished, all we could do was continue living.

All through the night, she battled herself. Or battled to know herself. She fell apart and then put herself back together and then she fell apart again and put herself back together, over and over.

Flawed, imperfect creatures! That's what we both are, oga! That's what we ALL are!

Silence is the best answer to a fool.

Though I knew I shouldn’t have cared, the words still hurt like pinches, and pinches can be very painful when done in the same place many times in a row.

Funny how all things people don’t understand seem to be ‘cursed’.