" I have never been thought of as less than whole, while in truth, I am but millions of shards of glass, waiting to be remade"
"I cannot say I don't love the world, because I love it more than anything else. It just doesn't seem to want to stop hurting me"
"I am restless. I am overwhelmed. I am an insomniac. I am a transgender individual. I am in love with the world. My favorite color is a muted red. I like french toast and lazy sunday mornings. My favorite animals are sheep and humming birds. Why would it be so goddamn hard to love me back?"
"My favorite re-accering dream is me and another person, someone without a face or name. We lay in the grass and wait for the rain to come. It smells of fresh life, new beginings and home. Alas, the dream turns dark, and the person who is dearest to me falls through the ground. For my favorite dream is just another nightmare"
"It isn't fair that sleep is so hard to catch. It isn't fair I'm not a fast runner."
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