My mind is a warehouse of carefully organized human emotions. I lock away the things that do not serve me.
Only an idiot would rely on the energy of a bean or a leaf to stay awake throughout the day.
A tired starving dog so thin and frail it looks like it could be knocked over by the wind. But it's staring at me. Unafraid. Mouth opened. Tongue lolling. I want to laugh out loud. I glanced around quickly before scooping the dog into my arms. I don'...
Good God, I have taken leave of my senses. I never thank Delalieu. I've likely given the poor man a heart attack.
And I've fallen. So hard. I've hit the ground. Gone right through it. Never in my life have I felt this. Nothing like this. I've felt shame and cowardice, weakness and strength. I've known terror and indifference, self-hate and general disgust. I've ...
That this girl would know exactly how to shatter me.
I'm trying to focus, telling myself these are just empty words, but I'm lying. Because somehow, just reading these words is too much; and the thought of her in pain is causing me an unbearable amount of agony.
I grieve nothing. I take everything.
