Spare me your secrets and spare me your dreams.

I’ve spent the last two days in hysterics.

Yesterday, I couldn’t stop laughing. Not the usual, “oh I just heard a great joke” laugh, but for a straight 15 minutes. It had no reason, and it hurt.

And today, well today I couldn’t stop crying. I’d just be sitting in class and the tears would come.

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Take What You Will

We’re going to die. And it won’t be at the proper end of our life, when our misshapen body finally gives out on us. We wish that there could be an accident, something to take this miserable choice out of our hands. But there isn’t so the ball is ours.

And when we die, people will mourn, and people will assume. But they’ll all be wrong.

We are worthless.

We are unlovable.

We are hideous, lazy, and stupid.

We are useless.

And we are going to die.