I said that my mother is mad. I said that. But you might not see it. I mean, you might not think that anything I've told you proves she is mad. But there are different kinds of madness. Some madness d...
We are selfish, my illness and I. We think only of ourselves. We shape the world around us into messages, into secret whispers spoken only for us.
This is what labels do. They stick. If people think you're MAD, then everything you do, everything you think, will have MAD stamped across it.
Hello, my name is your potential. But you can call me impossible. I am the missed opportunities. I am the expectations you will never fulfill. I am always taunting you, regardless of how hard you try,...
It's hard to know what to say sometimes, when someone does something so nice. It's hard to know where to look.
I guess there's a Use By date when it comes to blaming your parents for how messed up you are.I guess that's what turning eighteen means.Time to own it.
But sometimes all the stars in the entire universe conspire to make something good happen.
We place memories on pieces of paper to know they will always exist.
I do not have a split mind. I am not different people. I am myself, the same self I have always been, the one person I can never escape.