Glitterland (Spires #1)

by Alexis Hall

I could sleep. I wished I could stop thinking. But my mind has always been its own enemy.

I had never wanted death, merely cessation; unfortunately, sometimes, they seemed to be the same thing.

For me it’s a daily commitment I sometimes don’t feel like making. But I hate that I tried. And I hate that I failed. This doesn’t represent some beautiful moment in which I chose life. It’s a fuckup, pure and simple. If it was up to me, I wouldn’t be here.”

I don’t know what I like anymore. I don’t know if what I think is what I think, if what I feel is what I feel, if any of it at all is me. If there is a me that isn’t just a reflection of or a response to…mental illness.”

“—it’s difficult, sometimes, for me to understand that I have the power to hurt someone. You see, it requires me to accept that somebody might like me in the first place.”