"Some thoughts are too raw for the light."
I stared at the screen for hours. Simon didn’t say anything. He doesn’t have to. The silence in the room says enough. I left a sticker on his keyboard
I want to cry but I write instead. Maybe if I disappear slowly no one will notice the parts of me being replaced.
Simon here. I cut my bangs too short again. Elizabeth laughed a little. I liked that. I think part of me just wants to be laughed at, just to feel something soft and human and useless.
My fingers hurt from wrapping thread around old ideas. Nothing holds. Nothing is mine. Not even these words.