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I didn’t realize until much later just how like a prison school can be.
Surely moms had the power to make anything go away.
this time my mantra was a whisper, little more than a breath, but I kept saying it because, like a breath, it was the only thing keeping me alive.
I didn’t blame them for laughing at me, I’d never have believed my story either if I hadn’t lived the nightmare myself.
I felt like I was drowning in their contempt, and just prayed for it to be over, even if it meant sinking without a trace.
Don’t make the mistake of bringing your heart down here with you, there is no place for it
The world was falling to pieces, and I was crumbling right along with it.
