“but back then, in those first days, I was so alone that every day was like eating my own heart.”
“And yeah, it got better. My stomach eventually went back to normal. I didn’t cry every day. But my heart. My heart will always be broken.”
“I knew I would wish for that moment back every day of my life, so I lived it with everything I had.”
“I eat my heart out alone.”
“That's the day i decided to live every minute of every day like it might be my last.”
“For a year after that was done to me I wept every day at the same hour and for the same space of time. That is not such a tragic thing as possibly it sounds to you. To those who are in prison tears are a part of every day's experience. A day in prison on which one does not weep is a day on which one's heart is hard, not a day on which one's heart is happy.”