Status Updates From A Fibra das Nossas Almas

It’s easy to lose time when you’re trapped in your past.

Why is it so hard to show ourselves mercy?

This better be a happy ending, I don’t think my heart can take it.

“But who are we once we’re cured?

I don’t even know myself anymore. But I’ve become comfortable with the idea of reacquainting with myself—listening to my innermost thoughts and taking care of the damaged and bruised part of me.”

The night air has a way of calming me.

“Her mind is her worst enemy and love might be too overbearing on fabric as thin as hers.”

“Why is the world so cruel? So unfair and disturbing with dark, wicked souls surrounding us.”

This book’s sadness is addicting. 😭

“Maybe we can cure one another. Wouldn’t that be something…”

It’s surprising that someone like me could find a familiar soul, one that I am finding it harder by the day to exist without.