"I ask you:
What would you do if you were me? Tell me. Please tell me!
But you’re far from this. Your fingers turn the strangeness of these pages that somehow connect my life to yours. Your eyes are safe. This story is just another few hundred pages of your mind. For me, it’s here. It’s now. I have to go through this, considering the cost at every turn. Nothing will be the same."
"I try to convince myself that this is exactly what I want my life to be, but I know it isn’t."
"Sometimes people are beautiful.
Not in looks.
Not in what they say.
Just in what they are."
"I also fear that nothing really ends at the end. Things just keep going as long as memory can wield it’s ax, always finding a soft part in your mind to cut through and enter"
"I think she ate a salad and some soup.
She ate that, too."
"Maybe everyone can live beyond what they’re capable of."