Just being alive feels so arduous that all I want to do is climb under the covers and sleep.

I am intrigued. I am fearless.

I am charming. I am fearless.

I hold on because you never know in this place when something good will be taken away.

They're dead. We're alive. We have things to do.

This is my story. These things are my past, and I will not allow them to be washed away. I will find a way to have them back.