Mena

“When he kisses me, I cry. I explain it's not because I wish he were someone else, it's because it's such a shock to the system to be desired after feeling so completely abandoned.”
― Emma Forrest, Your Voice in My Head

“No one ever loved you like him.
And no one ever took it away so completely.
But it's here.
Look around.”
― Emma Forrest, Your Voice in My Head

“It is madness. And if you don't know who you are, or if your real self has drifted away from you with the undertow, madness at least gives you an identity. It's the same with self-loathing. You're probably just normal and normal-looking but that's not a real identity, not the way ugliness is. Normality, just accepting that you're probably normal-looking, lacks the force field of self-disgust. If you don't know who you are, madness gives you something to believe in.”
― Emma Forrest, Your Voice in My Head

“It's the kind of spring day that warns you that a hot summer is coming. It forces you to feel your body: the way your sweat runs down your hairline and your thighs stick to every seat. It's one of those days when you look at perfectly un-sweaty people wearing blue jeans and wonder where their glands are. You are painfully aware that you are thirsty and gross.”
― Katie Yee