Don’t trust charming. Why? Because the boy who can talk all the right words knows it too well. Things like boys and love aren’t meant to be practiced like that, it should be a bit awkward- it should be raw.
It’s so difficult to describe depression to someone who’s never been there, because it’s not sadness. I know sadness. Sadness is to cry and to feel. But it’s that cold absence of feeling— that really hollowed-out feeling.
I tell her how strange it is that we’re trapped inside our bodies for seventy-odd years and never once in all that time can we just, say park our bodies in a cave for even a five-minute break and float free from the bonds of Earth.