Heaven

Just seeing you, though, I feel, I dunno, happamine.”

Why people don’t print money when they’re broke.

nights when I found myself inexplicably disturbed and unable to sleep,

I almost never feel like everything’s okay, but just because most of my life feels wrong doesn’t mean that’s how I want it to be.

when I’m talking to you or writing letters. Those things are really good for me. Then I start feeling like everything’s okay. And that makes me happy. But know what? That feeling like everything’s wrong and this feeling like everything’s okay, I guess a part of me wants to believe that neither one of them is, like, natural

At first, my desire to die was a desire to disappear. I wanted to erase myself and feel real peace.

At first, suicide was just a word, a vague idea separate from reality. It pointed at a way that other people chose to die, people I didn’t even know. But once the word became my own, it took on the strangest shape. I could feel it growing deep inside of me. Suicide wasn’t only something that happened to strangers. I could make it happen, if I wanted to.

At first, suicide was just a word, a vague idea separate from reality. It pointed at a way that other people chose to die, people I didn’t even know. But once the word became my own, it took on the strangest shape. I could feel it growing deep inside of me. Suicide wasn’t only something that happened to strangers. I could make it happen, if I wanted to.

When they say that they’re grossed out, they’re lying. They’re just scared. They’re terrified. I don’t mean they’re scared of the way your eyes look or anything. They’re scared to admit there’s anything they don’t understand.

“I really like your eyes,” Kojima said. “I said it before, but they’re a sign. They matter. Your eyes are who you are.”

She looked at me with eyes that could have started crying even now, but she was grinning.

“I really like them.”