“ We place memories on pieces of paper to know they will always exist. ”
I guess there's a Use By date when it comes to blaming your parents for how messed up you are.I guess that's what turning eighteen means.Time to own it.
~ Nathan Filer
I don't want the world to keep turning without me on it.
We are selfish, my illness and I. We think only of ourselves. We shape the world around us into messages, into secret whispers spoken only for us.
Once-upon-a-time we buried the memories we didn't want.
