Because knowledge is only a cage if you dwell in isolation.

And you are more than the mistakes of your youth. You are more than the label you’ve been assigned by people who might love you, but don’t really know who you are anymore.

When you cried, I learned what helplessness tastes like. Because all I could do was swallow.

Do ever respond to a question without asking another question?
Does it bother you?
No. But it does confirm my hypothesis.
What hypothesis?
He let out a heavy sigh, and with it, all the residual warmth from our flirty banther evaporated. " You're a shrink," he said. He might as well have accused me of being a traitor or a murder or a Kardeshian.

Elizabeth called it my mane of hair; I called it my bane of hair. However, it was far worse looking when it was short, sticking straight up or out at awkward angles; at least when it was long it almost obeyed gravity.

I didn’t like how my body seemed to be intent on sabotaging my brain, especially since my brain was so good at sabotaging itself.