“Sometimes I feel so - I don’t know - lonely. The kind of helpless feeling when everything you’re used to has been ripped away. Like there’s no more gravity, and I’m left to drift in outer space with no idea where I’m going.”
I don’t know how to hurt people. I don’t know how to be loved. I don’t know how to love. I am hurt, but I am strong. And I am perfect, perfectly alone.