My common sense had already packed a bag, prepared to abandon me for the evening.
My skill didn’t lie in planning battles, only in fighting them.
Dying isn’t like living; it requires no effort at all.
What you said about the sweetest pain? That fits us.
Because it takes more courage to heal the world’s hurts than to inflict them.
This guilt is a joke, and it’s exhausting to watch you martyr yourself.
-anger because pain would drown me without the protective shell.
Age had nothing to do with how well my brain worked.
Fine, frag you all, I’m dark juju, bad luck, and you’re all doomed.