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

I am intrigued. I am fearless.

I am charming. I am fearless.

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

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

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.