The Chaos of Stars

“You can’t really love someone romantically unless you’re already whole anyway, though. So you’re right on that count.”

I think if I fell in love with someone, I’d never be able to breathe, never be able to function because of the fear.

You take away someone’s name, or change it, you’re taking away a part of them. You are your name.

I will never attach myself to someone else. I can end everything before it starts and be free and alone and perfectly happy.

footnote to someone else’s story.
I’ll be fine. I’m always fine. But I’m disappointed. Not even Orion is around to care about me here

I honestly can’t remember the last time someone hugged me. I haven’t let my mother hug me in years. It feels strange. It feels nice.

The energy there is palpable, the city a living thing. The colors, the noises—it feels like a heartbeat, like art. Here, it feels like money

I feel a wave of bleak sadness, a desperate, gasping sort of terror.