"i’m not a hugger. i’m comfortable embracing my children but in general, hugs make me feel edgy and encroached upon. this includes my parents and siblings, though it makes me a little sad that my aversion causes them distress."
"i used to have poetry, before my mind broke, shattering into some hundred-million glittering shards, and when it fractured, i think the words went with it.
"...if i couldn’t fix myself, then i would alter my world so at least home would be less problematic. life happens though, and now the design is in flux. chaos has moved into my sanctuary. life showed up..."
"i’ve tried to kill myself three times, most recently in november of 2014. it is a bizarre thing to able to write that about yourself. it’s a strange thing to know about yourself, to know that you are capable of taking such drastic action. there was a point in my life, long past now..."
"the world is too big and i’m too small and short-term. a single lifetime isn’t enough."