George Orwell once compared it to an illness, saying, “One would never undertake such a thing if one were not driven by some demon whom one can neither resist nor understand.”
You miss them. You’ve missed them all long, surely, but you’re just now realizing it, and it’s numbing.
We were so good at putting each other back together, but we didn’t know what to do when we were done.
Remember the time we became strangers. Remember the time I barely knew her because her boyfriend wouldn’t let her know anyone but him.
Chemotherapy was just how I grew up. I had stopped viewing myself as an anomaly a long time ago.
I’m scared of not taking that leap, catching that train, kissing that boy, or writing that article all because I’m scared of What Could Happen.
Cry in the shower because it’s easier than letting your family see you cry. Let the scalding water run down your face, mixing with your tears, as you hyperventilate in the steam.
All sins were equal, but some were more equal than others.