Darkness Is So Predictable.

It Will Be As If I'd Never Existed. The Words Ran Through My Head, Lacking The Perfect Clarity Of My Hallucination Last Night. They Were Just Words, Soundless, Like Print On A Page. Just Words, But They Ripped The Hole Wide Open, And I Stomped On The Brake, Knowing I Should Not Drive While This Incapacitated. I Curled Over, Pressing My Face Against The Steering Wheel And Trying To Breathe Without Lungs.

I Hear Voices In My Mind And You're Worried That You're The Freak,” He Laughed.

I Can Feel What You’re Feeling Now — And You Are Worth It.

Do You Think I’ll Ever Get Better At This? That My Heart Might Someday Stop Trying To Jump Out Of My Chest Whenever You Touch Me?

So… Um… What’s The, Er, Date? You Know, The Due Date For The Little Monster.