I Hate How I Don't Feel Real

A Writer’s Job Is To Cultivate What Can Go Wrong.

You Are Not Special. You Are Not A Beautiful Or Unique Snowflake. You're The Same Decaying Organic Matter As Everything Else.

The Girl Traced The Outline Of Her Lover's Shadow So She Would Always Have A Record Of How He Looked.

As We Grow Older I Always Think, Why Didn't I Do More When I Was Young, Why Didn't I Risk More?

If I Can't Be Beautiful, I Want To Be Invisible.