I guess I wonder what it would be like, to be living their live instead of mine.
Feelings are like blankets, covering you up so you can't see clearly, or like mazes you can too easily get lost inside. I am terrified of getting lost.
...The human mind is a complicated place...We hold on to things, images, words, ideas, histories that we don't even know we're holding on to.
Torture: knowing something makes no sense, but doing it anyways.
