I am so filled with wrong I don’t remember what right is.
I don’t want to think about things like normal and safe, things I can’t have.
My bed is massive (I drown in it, and it doesn’t matter how big the bed is, my nightmares more than fill it)
Everyone here is insane. I am the insanest of the insane.
You’re crazy,” he hisses. “Too true.
Silly. Dark isn’t scary. Dark is safe.” “Why?” “I live in the dark all the time. But when it’s dark outside everyone has to be there, too. And if you can’t see someone, they can’t see you, either.” She sniffles a few times. “So, i...
I'm used to desperate, buddy. Desperate's my factory default. But thanks anyway.
Pretending is another way of lying, and I am so good at both.
I should curl up in a ball and cry. Instead i think about everything in the whole entire world that makes me angry - There is a lot, oh, there is a lot - and I start singing Justin Bieber at the top of my lungs.
