How cruel is our world that when we find ourselves crying over being told we are worthless and a waste of space, we tell ourselves to stop being a baby and making a big deal over trivial matters . . . because everyone has been told that.
I had to tip my head to let go of the thought, as if dumping it through my ear and right out of my brain.
Because we are familiar with a limited lifestyle and know nothing beyond finite, when it comes to something unlimited, we are limited from understanding it by our lifestyle.
She always had to leave her heart behind when entering into interactions with Jessa, for regardless of if she took her heart with or not, she would always leave without it.
The head of the gang was repeating the question as though he needed to consider it, but the greed in his tone told us the decision was made.
Craziness is the only thing that separates life from a formula.
I forgot about it, but not in the way that I got struck by a sudden realization later. Instead, it was more like a hazy cloud, so thin that it could escape notice. Then it would rain, dispersing its cold, damp thoughts upon my consciousness.
I dropped into the chair across from my friend and rubbed my eyes.
“Are you okay?” she asked. “Did something happen?”
I smiled uncertainly. “No, I’m fine. Short-term, anyway. It’s the long-term that I’m worried about.”
She let out a huff that was only laughter because my statement was so relatable. “Aren’t we all,” she sighed.
The rain drummed on the house inharmoniously, sounding less like water on the roof and more like giant pieces of popcorn exploding in the sky.
The shame was beating all the way up from heart into my face.