I would have spent my life sitting in that awful train station for the rest of my life, while all of these adventures passed me by like lonely people in a busy street. -b.s.
They said adaptation was a skill to survive but this is killing me.
Why go somewhere new and beautiful and romantic to do something you cannot do? I cannot write, I cannot love, I never learnt how to live. What good is a tortured soul with no talent or genius in Paris or New York?
This is the story of a girl’s struggle with mental illness and isolation and a boy who is absolutely convinced that h…
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