How to Make Friends in the Dark

The last thing I said to my mom was “Why can’t you ever just fucking leave me alone?”

The whole world is a new language to me now.

The whole world is a new language to me now.

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

some women lived their whole lives in heavy black clothes, grief turning into a permanent kind of perfume.

I don’t know what that word, that mourn, means.”

“It means she’s the saddest in her heart that she’s ever been in her life,

Real life is even worse than the movies.

My life is better in dreams, you know?

this book

is for the grievers

this book

is for the left behind

this book

is for every broken heart

searching for a home

I sit in our small life. Watching everybody else. A bug in a jar.