It scares me that our brains can haunt us from the inside.

Something happens when I write stuff down, it stops whirring around in my head and becomes this tangible thing that I can look at and prod and get used to.

I just smiled and said nothing, because that's what I do.

You can do whatever the fuck you want to do, my darling

It's the worst feeling knowing that Ava is upset, but what's worse is knowing that there's absolutely nothing I can do to fix it.

It makes the cracks in my heart that feel like they've been repairing themselves break all over again.