That this girl would know exactly how to shatter me.

I count everything. Even numbers, odd numbers, multiples of 10. I count the ticks of the clock i count the tocks of the clock I count the lines between the lines on a sheet of...

1,320 seconds walk into the room before he does.

You think that because I am unwanted, because I am neglected and-and discarded-“My voice inches higher with every word, the unrestrained emotions suddenly screaming through my lungs. “You think I don’t have a heart? You...

I’m not sure. But there’s something about the darkness, the stillness of this hour, I think, that creates a language of its own. There’s a strange kind of freedom in the dark; a terrifying vulnerability...

Because it’s so hard to be kind to the world when all you’ve ever felt is hate.

I can’t be my own person, if i constantly require someone else to hold me together.