It’s hard to save the world when you can’t save yourself

Dimples crinkle up the skin near his lips. I will not look at his lips. How can he never have used those? That’s a crime against humanity right there.

You know, life fractures us all into little pieces. It harms us, but it’s how we glue those fractures back together that make us stronger.

It’s a lot easier to understand things once you name them. It’s the unknown that mostly freaks me out. I don’t know the name of that fear, but I know I’ve got it, the fear...

Who am I really? Am I still the same person if I’m not even technically a person anymore? Does being stronger make me different? Will it?