"Imagine you're falling. Where are you falling from? What initiated your fall? Did you realize you were falling right away?" I love him. I'm in love with him. "Can you see the sun? The moon? Clouds? Stars? Why are you falling? Can you stop yourself? If you could, would you take it back?" You don't know anything. Stop. You're only making it worse. "800 words. I want you to describe to me every little detail you can gather from your mind. You may begin" I can't stop thinking. I can't stop imagining. I'm holding on to the tiniest strand of sanity. Stupid boy. Stupid girl. Stupid class.