"A child is like a houseplant, only needing a few basic things for survival. Food, water, love, and some sunlight. Maybe you assumed she was giving me those things. I suspect you never gave enough shit to provide them to me yourself, so there I was left with crumbs."
"A controller of chaos..."
"Giving up is not something I take lightly, and making a conscious choice to do it again is a toss up for me."
"They knew I was sick, and that surrendering that day would have been a mercy killing."
"Just leave the wicked bitch of the east Mimsy, and find your happiness again."
"Gather one, gather all, for I have a story to tell."
"The shadow, my precious observer. He's personality number 3, and here is his life."
"Calling mental illness a phase is like calling depression or anxiety a choice."
"There's a piece of you in every part of me, and I hate you for that. Just give me something to have for myself. Any little scrap would mean the world to me."
Oh bitch you know she's special, so of course she gets a round two. What can I say, she's a crucial character in my story of survival. I hope you root for her as much as I do, as she is one tough cookie to have taken care of me for this long. After writing... Continue Reading →
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