Patri

“I’m so unwhole. I don’t know where all the pieces of me are, how to fit them together, how to make them stick. Or if I even can.”
― Kathleen Glasgow, Girl in Pieces

“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. Wash, rinse, fucking repeat.”
― Kathleen Glasgow, Girl in Pieces

“OUT. CUT IT ALL OUT. Cut out my father. Cut out my mother. Cut out missing Ellis. Cut out the man in the underpass, cut out Fucking Frank, the men downstairs; the people on the street with too many people inside them, cut out hungry, and sad and tired, and being nobody and unpretty and unloved, just cut it all out, get smaller and smaller until I was nothing.”
― Kathleen Glasgow, Girl in Pieces

“There are too many people in my head. I claw at my body to get them out, to peel out the blackness spreading inside me.
I’m running blind, ghosts swallowing me.”
― Kathleen Glasgow, Girl in Pieces