You're thinking really loudly.

Alone didn’t always mean lonely, but sometimes it did, and even then, she reveled in it. Lunches in the music room. Afternoons reading in the park. Loneliness was a kind of wanting, but it was also this incredible freedom. Not having to rely on anyone or have anyone rely on her. No one to disappoint or be disappointed by. Alone was good and comforting and dependable.

I should've been better. But sometimes all you can really stand to do is think about yourself. Sometimes it's the only way to cope. The only way to make sense of something as colossal and and intimidating as the world is to make it about you.

Because sometimes people lie when they think it's easier.

When I'm interested in a thing, I want to know about that thing. Extensively.

I have a general life tenet that I feel can be applied to pretty much anything-- worth it or not worth it.

Something perfect can end and something broken can endure.

I should've been better. But sometimes all you can really stand to do is think about yourself. Sometimes it's the only way to cope. The only way to make sense of something as colossal and intimidating as the world is to make it about you.

A page in the story of my life that I never could've anticipated.