"(...) I almost never feel like everything’s okay, but just because most of my life feels wrong doesn’t mean that’s how I want it to be. There’s a part of me that doesn’t feel like anything is wrong or okay. Just normal. That’s the part of me I like, the normal part.”
I like 6B pencils because they almost never snap. When I was writing, I realized something. Your voice reminds me of a 6B. I’m not sure if this is going to make sense, but it’s like they’re soft and rigid at the same time. Almost unbreakable.
But I wasn’t crying because I was sad. I guess I was crying because we had no where else to go, no choice but to go on living in this world. Crying because we had no other world to choose, and crying at everything before us, everything around us.