"I’m chained in a hush of my thoughts, interchanging between self loathing and the relish of unrestrained self pity. My unrequited silence, my lonesomeness. I’m lonely from time to time like a commoner, searching while waiting for the epoch. What I’m really looking for is someone to share myself with, not someone to complete me. I feel complete. Self completion, my heart, isn’t found in someone else’s arms, but within me. I just want to share myself. I just want the better me to be magnified, accompanied, and loved — in love. I am damaged like the rest, but I am not just my hurt. I am as much my scars as I am my happinesses."

— scatterbrained thoughts, 29

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