"I did not like to be touched, but it was a strange dislike. Even now, when people lean down to touch..."

""I did not like to be touched, but it was a strange dislike. Even now, when people lean down to touch me, or hug me, to put a hand on my shoulder, I hold my breath. I turn my face. I want to cry.""

- Marya Hornbacher, Wasted (via likelittleflowers)