Be My Friend

by Mique Watson

To all my Broken Dolls. I wish I could tell you that it gets better … but it probably won’t.

I sometimes wondered what it was like to live in his head—to have an entire galaxy tucked away where no one else was invited. ~

modern medicine’s apprehensions at understanding mental illness have fallen short. So I think it’s up to art to provide us humans with a refuge from all our problems.

There’s something so bizarre about a world with billions of people feeling so isolating.

I also have a thing for literature that doesn’t stray away from the dark side of humanity. Yes, it may seem rather counterintuitive to be consuming such material in a state of sadness, but you’ve got to admit, there is quite a bit of catharsis to be had with it.