It is not easy being trapped in a school that is caught between cornfields and cows.
Who in their right mind counts the tiles on the floor when they go visiting a neighbor?
Maybe anything that anybody ever has is for now. What happened before is gone, and what will happen later is an illusion.
Other than the voices in my head, I think Iām pretty normal.
I really should come with a warning label.
Every time there was an unspoken promise that this would be the last time, but it would only be the last time until the next time.