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But killing someone is wrong, and I don’t think suicide is.
am,” I said. “I’m the problem.” “And what’s wrong with you?”
“Nothing’s wrong,” I said. “I’m just complicated.”
I’m just saying that sometimes forgetting how much things hurt makes you do them again. And
That’s what people do, kill the things they’re afraid of.
No one ever tells you that when your heart breaks, you can feel it. But you can. It feels like something has crumbled inside you and the pieces are falling into your stomach. It hurts more than any punch ever could. You stop breathing, and for a while you can’t remember how. When you finally do, it feels like your throat has closed up, like you’re trying to suck air through a straw.
No one’s got it all together. I don’t think you ever do get it totally together.
