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It's all just off lately. Life is not entirely bad or entirely good. I'm coasting in between, just waiting to feel something that makes me feel just the slightest bit alive.

“She watched the stars collapse knowing that like her, they held onto their light for as long as they could.”

“Sometimes I think the loneliness inside of me is going to explode through my skin and sometimes I’m not sure if crying or screaming or laughing through the hysteria will solve anything at all. Sometimes I’m so desperate to touch, to be touched, to feel, that I’m almost certain I’m going to fall off a cliff in an alternate universe where no one will ever be able to find me.”

“To hell with them. Nothing hurts if you don’t let it.”

“The truth is, everyone is going to hurt you. You just got to find the ones worth suffering for.”

I opened my mouth, almost said something. Almost. The rest of my life might have turned out differently if I had. But I didn't.