But that is what these people do - the Steves of this world - they all try and make something out of nothing. and they all do it for themselves.
Once-upon-a-time we buried the memories we didn't want.
Any punishment is an insult to the crime
HELLO, my name is your potential. But you can call me impossible. I am the missed opportunities. I am the expectations you will never fulfil. I am always taunting you, regardless of how hard you try, how hard you hope.
Some madness doesn't act mad to begin with, sometimes it will knock politely at the door, and when you let it in, it'll simply sit in the corner without a fuss - and grow.
Mental illness turns people inwards. That's what I reckon. It keeps up forever trapped by the pain of our own minds, in the same way that the pain of a broken leg or a cut thumb will grab your attention, holding it so tightly that your good leg or yo...
Inside my head is a jigsaw made of trillions and trillions and trillions of atoms. It might take a while.
When she turned to see me smiling. It was an awkward smile, but you only really know what a smile means when you own the face behind it. Everyone else just sees the smile they expected it to be.
Mental illness turns people inwards. That’s what I reckon. It keeps us forever trapped by the pain of our own minds[...]
She's known sadness. That's what it is. I only just thought that as I wrote it. She's known sadness, and it has made her kind.
You only really know what a smile means when you own the face behind it. Everyone else just sees the smile they expect it to be.
