It's so wonderful to hold a book in my hand. To know there's a whole world waiting inside. A world where I could be someone, where I could matter. A world where I don't feel alone.
It's so cold here.
- how is a world made of paper more welcoming than the one beneath my feet
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Big F**king Mood: A New Narrative
Non-FictionA series of thoughts, questions, lists, rants, daydreams, and confessions. TRIGGER WARNINGS: mentions of depression, anxiety, bullying, and sexual harassment.
