Living Dead Girl

I have been smashed and put back together so many times nothing works right. Nothing is where it should be, heavy thumping in my shoulder where my heart now beats.

Grace is my favourite church word. A state of being. Something you can pray for. Something God can grant. Something you can obtain. Perfection is out of reach. But grace -- grace you can reach for.

I do not fall. I fell so hard so long ago there is nothing left for me to land on. I just keep falling and falling and falling.

The thing about hearts is that they always want to keep beating

Three life lessons: 1.No one will see you. 2.No one will say anything. 3.No one will save you.

She became a story, one I have mostly forgotten. One I can't end because she died a long time ago.

I thought living dead girls couldn't feel pain, thought I was emptied out but I'm not, I'm not.

Once upon a time, I did not live in Shady Pines. Once upon a time, my name was not Alice. Once upon a time, I didn't know how lucky I was.

the thing is you can get used to anything you think you cant you want to die but you dont you cant you just are

Little Alice, all hollowed out, so easy to smash into a million little pieces.

The thing is, you can get used to anything. You think you can't, you want to die, but you don't. You won't. You just are.

What had been became what was and a story only works when you know the ending. When the people in it don’t seem like pretend. When you can think about that girl and how she was once upon a time, and see her. When you don’t already know the story is a lie.

He never heard my story but he taught me it wasn’t true. It was just pretend but pretending is hard.

I am the living dead girl because I am too weak to die.

It will be over soon, finally, but the thing about hearts is that they want to keep beating. They want to keep beating.

This death expert said it's everything underground that makes grass so green. That dead things make the living. I want to lie down on the bench then, or better yet, on the grass, rest on something living and see if I can hear the dead underneath.

And in the end blood and tears are alike because they stop too.