Ysha

"This was how I knew the sleep was having effect: I was growing less and less attached to life. If I kept going, I thought, I'd disappear completely, then reappear in some new form. This was my hope. This was the dream."

"This was how I knew the sleep was having effect: I was growing less and less attached to life. If I kept going, I thought, I'd disappear completely, then reappear in some new form. This was my hope. This was the dream."

"If, when I woke up in June, life still wasn't worth the trouble, I would end it. I would jump. This was the deal I made."

"I loved Reva, but I didn't like her anymore. We'd been friends since college, long enough that all we had left in common was our history together, a complex circuit of resentment, memory, jealousy, denial, and a few dresses I'd let Reva borrow."

"If you're not over here fucking me in the next forty-five minutes then you can call an ambulance because I'll be here bleeding to death and I'm not gonna slit my wrists in the tub like a normal person."

"I wondered if I might be dead, and I felt no sorrow, only worry about the afterlife, if it was going to be just like this, just as boring. If I'm dead, I thought, let this be the end."

"Sometimes I feel dead... and I hate everybody. Does that count?"

"Pain is not the only touch stone for growth, I said to myself. My sleep had worked. I was soft and calm and felt things. This was good. This was my life now."