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“When you’ve been lied to by everyone around you, when you have nothing else, you realize the one currency you can carry is truth. So a single word does have meaning. A promise does hold importance. And a pact is worth carrying to the grave.”
The expression of triumph on his face is like an arrow to the heart, but my heart turned to stone a long time ago. I don't feel it at all.
I've been stripped bare in my heart and soul, had my emotions torn off and tossed aside. He thinks I give a shit about being naked?
But I'm so damaged, and so broken. I don't even know what happiness looks like anymore.
But … I've been trapped all my life, one way or another. Caged.
1. the stepdad 2. the best friend 3. the social worker 4. the ex-boyfriend 5. the principal 6. the foster brother 7. the mom
My life has never been the sort where I could stop and smell the roses, wonder what might happen tomorrow, or what could happen in the future because I’m always worried about now, surviving this exact second and hoping in the darkest recesses of my heart that there might actually be another.
See, that's the thing with pain. Once it finds you and grabs hold, it doesn't let go easily. It's always there, a demon with reaching claws.
Why does it hurt to hate yourself so much?
I’m scared to belong because I’m scared of being rejected.
Confucius says dig two graves before embarking on a journey of revenge. But what if that revenge is the only thing keeping you alive? And what if the people you're seeking revenge on deserve it? If Batman had just killed the Joker from the get-go, how many more people would still be alive? Sometimes the bad guys have to die, so if I have to dig two graves, so be it. Better than digging three.
Maybe Batman was a 'good guy' because he never killed anybody, but I think he's a pussy.
Pain is pretty. And I’m made of it.
I’ve been waiting for death for a long time, almost praying for it. But now that I’ve gotten a glimpse, I’m not so sure I like what I see.
