Destroy Me (Shatter Me, #1.5)

by Tahereh Mafi

as if they’re still waiting for me to give them orders, as if they have no idea what to do without my instruction. The realization exhausts me.

I have an extremely low threshold for disorder; it offends my very being.

There are things to be managed; I will manage them.

I want so much to be a part of her world. I want to know what it’s like to be in her mind, to feel what she feels. It seems a tremendous weight to carry.

And now she’s out there, somewhere, unleashed on society. What a beautiful disaster.

She’s found the cracks in this cast I’m forced to wear every day, and it petrifies me. That this girl would know exactly how to shatter me.

Torture is not torture when there’s any hope of relief.

I might just throw myself out the window.

all the life preservers are broken and I don’t know how to swim I can’t swim I can’t swim and it’s getting so hard.

it looks as if it’s been bound together by the loneliest feelings, the most vulnerable moments of one person’s life.

And we do not forgive.”

A soul-crushing spectacle.

I wonder where the other screams are coming from. I wonder if they’re coming from me.

But there are some things I do not forgive.

And I’ve fallen. So hard.