Kathleen Glasgow

But the fucked-up part is once you start self-harming, you can never not be a creepy freak, because your whole body is now a scarred and charred battlefield and nobody likes that on a girl, nobody will love that, and so all of us, every one, is screwed, inside and out.

I can never win with this body I live in.

Sasha is a fat girl full of water: she cries in Group, she cries at meals, she cries in her room. She’ll never be drained. She’s a plain cutter: faint red lines crosshatch her arms. She doesn’t go deep.

Sometimes I can’t breathe in this goddamn place; my chest feels like sand. I don’t understand what’s happening. I was too cold and too long outside.

I can never win with this body I live in.

love makes everything seem better, and love isn’t in this house anymore. Not that I can feel, anyway.

A woman without wheels is a woman without freedom

You use her so you don’t have to live, June. And that means she never gets to live, either. What are you so afraid of?

“I’ve been doing this for quite some time and you know what? It’s a shame that it costs so much to tell the whole world that someone you love mattered to you, it really is. And I know we want to put every little thing in here because we want to show such a good, full life, don’t we? Even if it was a short one.”

The whole world is a new language to me now.