The Before Now and After Then

I smiled at her, but she didn’t smile back. Sometimes pain likes to be alone.

Maybe, just maybe, the perfection of the world was found in the imperfection.

That's the thing about parents. They ask what you think, but they don't really care, or at least they don't care enough to let it affect the outcome.

Sometimes it was easier to stay and suffer for the short term than to have a permanent scar reminding you of the past.

He had never seemed breakable before, but in that moment, he was entirely fragile, and there was something beautiful in his sadness; something raw.

And then I would cry, because even though boys don’t cry, I did.

I think it’s funny how people say what dead people would want, as if they would know.

Parents always thought if they could get on your level then that allowed them secret passage into your world when in reality, they were just manipulating you the whole time.

Eventually, the Pat's of this world forgot about you and moved on to someone else. The worst part was that deep down inside, you knew that there was a truth to everything they said. And even if that truth wasn't bad or good, they still owned part of it. They owned a piece of you.