“If Im so brave, why do I feel like I might just ...scream?”
“They're fake bullets, so why do I feel like Im bleeding out?”
“why can't you see i'm a kid', said the kid.Why try to make me like you?Why are you hurt when I don't cuddle?Why do you sigh when I splash through a puddle?Why do you scream when I do what I did?Im a kid.”
“Isn’t this exactly what I wanted? Why do I feel so sad then, like I had suddenly just lost everything?”
“im a bitch, im a lover, im a child, im a mother, im a sinner, im a saint, i do not feel ashamed. im your hell, im your dream, im nothing in between, you know you wouldnt want it any other way. so take me as i am.”
“why am i dying to live, if im just living to die?”