I feel acutely aware of how young I am. In a way that is good. It's productive. It makes me realise that I should be growing as a writer and a person.

You chose us. Now we have to choose you.

Humans can't tolerate emptiness for long.

It's strange how a word, a phrase, a sentence, can feel like a blow to the head.

...there is power in self-sacrifice.

I am better off doing as abnegation taught me: turning away from myself, projecting always outward, and hoping that in whatever is next, I will be better than I am now.

I shift from one foot to the other, trying to get a good look at him. When I finally do, I look away. His eyes were already on me, probably drawn by my nervous movement.