Not in the way I wanted, anyway. — As someone who’s in the process of writing a book, I decided to read more books than usual. Anyone who knows me will know that I have always been an avid reader, but this time, I decided to read with a critical eye. I wanted to pick out what parts…

Written from the small, pathetic voice that hides within the crevices of my mind. — I have a thing about being remembered. I know that everyone wants to be remembered for something — anything — to a certain extent, and some more than others. I think my pink-haired phase tells you enough about where I stand on that scale. There’s just something fearful and dark…

I study her the way I think you’d see her. The curvature of her plump lips, the way her eyes hold mystery unlike the mirror in my eyes, the way her collarbones jut out oh-so elegantly; it’s the way her hips fill in and concave in all the right places…

Whoever said that depression is a phase didn’t know what they were talking about. I wish it was a phase; otherwise, someone tell them that nine years is an awfully long time to go through a phase. I don’t know what’s going on. It’s really frustrating because if someone were…

I’ve never not known what I wanted to do with my life. Ever since the age of eight when I’d saved up for my first camcorder, I knew that my dream was to become a movie director. …

I had an epiphany. My depression — even despite all the understandable situations that may have caused it — never made complete sense to me. After all, I have a healthy family dynamic, an amazing relationship with my boyfriend, and real, close friends that I truly trust. …

Only serving as a reminder of someone else. — You asked me why I have such a hard time believing that you could love me for me. Not because I remind you of anyone else and certainly not because I’m another version of the One That Got Away, but because I am exactly who you want. You sighed and…

You didn’t like me when I started having opinions. — I don’t know if you ever liked me for me. You liked me because I listened to you, because I was passive, and because I didn’t have a backbone when we met. You liked that I couldn’t stand up to you and that’s why we were able to be friends…

아래에 한글번역 있습니다! My mother is beautiful. Not just in the sense of thinking she’s beautiful just because she’s my mom, but she is genuinely a very pretty woman. …