I feel like I've been split open and stuffed with sunshine.

I love walking into a bookstore. It's like all my friends are sitting on shelves, waving their pages at me.

I'm wondering how many more mistakes I'll have to make before things finally fall into place. If they ever will.

I have a heart, says science, but I am a monster, says society.

The words get easier the moment you stop fearing them.

This pen is my only outlet, my only voice, because I have no one else to speak to, no mind but my own to drown in and all the lifeboats are taken and all the life preservers are broken and I don't know how to swim I can't swim I can't swim and it's getting so hard. It's getting so hard. It's like there are a million screams caught inside of my chest but I have to keep them all in because what's the point of screaming if you'll never be heard and no one will ever hear me in here. No one will ever hear me again.

And we are quotation marks, inverted and upside down, clinging to one another at the end of this life sentence. Trapped by lives we did not choose.