Blade of Secrets

I hate feeling as though I don't fit right in my own skin. As though the anxiety takes up too much space, pushing me aside.

I am more than my fear and weaknesses, but so much of the time, they're all I can think about.

A sister is the most special gift you could ever be given. Better than any doll. She will be a best friend you can take with you through life. Someone who will love you no matter what.

I wish I could separate myself from the fear, to learn who I truly am.

As for not liking people, that's fine. I don't really like people, either. Maybe we could not like people together.

Beauty. Such a silly, superficial thing, and yet, so much danger was created because of it.

I want to be hidden. I want to feel safe.

I don't want to talk. Why can't everyone just keep to themselves?

It's Tuesday, which means we go out for dinner. I hate going out.

My life is a world of opposites. One instant I'm safe in my forge; the next I'm on the run for my life. One second I'm fine, and then I'm lost to despair and panic. I can't control any of it. And I hate that. I am more than my fears and weaknesses, but so much of the time, they're all I can think about.

Sometimes change takes generations," Kellyn says. "And sometimes people disregard the law to pursue their own beliefs.

Love is uncomfortable at first. It’s terrifying and exhilarating. But that will pass. It will become easier and something that you need rather than want. And if that doesn’t happen, then you’re with the wrong person.

I hate feeling as though I don’t fit right in my own skin. As though the anxiety takes up too much space, pushing me aside.

I needed these people on this journey. I couldn’t have done it without them. Was there a higher power that knew that?

I can promise I will always return a kiss from you.

One day, you’re going to fall madly in love. You’ll find someone who will make you want to leave the forge. You won't even see him coming.

I brace my hands against the bark of the nearest tree as I feel my mind falling. It plummets to a dark and empty place, devoid of hope. There is no ladder or rope to climb back out. There is not end in sight. No light to guide my way.

If it was a rational fear that I could just explain away to myself, believe me, I would've done it by now. This isn't something I can control. It's nothing you can fix. It's just something I live with.