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There was supposed to be something
else. I was to have something. A
calm. A love. Children. A child,
at least. Children. Meaning. I
am always on the verge, never more
than a tiny shove from tears. I
can feel them in my chest now.
That squeezing pressure. And it
is so tempting to let go, but I am
afraid, the next time maybe, I will
never stop crying.
— Jan 17, 2022 07:36AM
else. I was to have something. A
calm. A love. Children. A child,
at least. Children. Meaning. I
am always on the verge, never more
than a tiny shove from tears. I
can feel them in my chest now.
That squeezing pressure. And it
is so tempting to let go, but I am
afraid, the next time maybe, I will
never stop crying.
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rebeca ravara
is on page 143 of 161
And the truth is I'm so angry and *
the truth is I'm so fucking sad, *
and the truth is I've been so *
fucking hurt for so fucking long *
and for just as long have been *
pretending I'm ok, just to get *
along, just for, I don't know why
maybe because no one wants to hear *
about my misery, because they have *
their own, and their own is too *
overwhelming to allow them to *
listen to or care about mine. *
— Jan 17, 2022 04:39AM
the truth is I'm so fucking sad, *
and the truth is I've been so *
fucking hurt for so fucking long *
and for just as long have been *
pretending I'm ok, just to get *
along, just for, I don't know why
maybe because no one wants to hear *
about my misery, because they have *
their own, and their own is too *
overwhelming to allow them to *
listen to or care about mine. *
rebeca ravara
is on page 143 of 161
And the truth is I'm so angry and the truth is I'm so fucking sad, and the truth is I've been so fucking hurt for so fucking long and for just as long have been pretending I'm ok, just to get along, just for, I don't know why, maybe because no one wants to hear about my misery, because they have their own, and their own is too overwhelming to allow them to listen to or care about mine. Well, fuck everybody. Amen.
— Jan 17, 2022 04:26AM
rebeca ravara
is on page 142 of 161
While alive, you wait in vain, wasting years, for a phone call or a letter or a look from someone or something to make it all right. And it never comes or it seems to but doesn't really. And so you spend your time in vague regret or vaguer hope for something good to come along. Something to make you feel connected, to make you feel whole, to make you feel loved.
— Jan 17, 2022 03:34AM
rebeca ravara
is on page 133 of 161
The end is built in to the
beginning. What can you do?
— Jan 17, 2022 03:28AM
beginning. What can you do?
rebeca ravara
is on page 126 of 161
Hazel, you've been part of me
forever. Don't you know that? I
breathe your name in every
exhalation.
— Jan 17, 2022 03:22AM
forever. Don't you know that? I
breathe your name in every
exhalation.
rebeca ravara
is on page 115 of 161
CADEN
You don't like him, do you?
HAZEL
Kind of. He reminds me of you.
CADEN
I'm me. You don't need someone to
remind you of me.
HAZEL
Don't worry, Caden. I like you
more. I do. Sammy's just fun.
CADEN
I'm fun.
HAZEL
Oh, sweetie. No, you're not.
— Jan 17, 2022 03:15AM
You don't like him, do you?
HAZEL
Kind of. He reminds me of you.
CADEN
I'm me. You don't need someone to
remind you of me.
HAZEL
Don't worry, Caden. I like you
more. I do. Sammy's just fun.
CADEN
I'm fun.
HAZEL
Oh, sweetie. No, you're not.
rebeca ravara
is on page 70 of 161
CLAIRE
(crying whisper to Caden)
I used to be a baby.
CADEN
I'm so sorry.
— Jan 17, 2022 02:53AM
(crying whisper to Caden)
I used to be a baby.
CADEN
I'm so sorry.
rebeca ravara
is on page 61 of 161
We are all hurtling toward death.
(silence)
Yet here we are, for the moment,
alive. Each of us knowing we will
die; each of us secretly believing
we won't.
— Jan 17, 2022 02:50AM
(silence)
Yet here we are, for the moment,
alive. Each of us knowing we will
die; each of us secretly believing
we won't.
rebeca ravara
is on page 58 of 161
CADEN
Why did he kill
himself?
MADELINE
I don't know, why did you?
CADEN
What?
MADELINE
I said, why would you?
CADEN
Oh. I don't know.
— Jan 17, 2022 01:50AM
Why did he kill
himself?
MADELINE
I don't know, why did you?
CADEN
What?
MADELINE
I said, why would you?
CADEN
Oh. I don't know.
