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Category: Katja Millay

I think I’ll stay in pieces. I can shift them, rearrange, depending on the day, depending on what I need to be. I can change on a whim and be so many different girls and none of them has to be me.

adjusting, chameleon, faceades, identity

I didn’t belong in this world anymore. It’s not that I wanted to be dead, I just felt like I should be.

emotions, feelings

But you can only go so long being angry before you learn to hate.

It doesn’t matter if you do everything right, if you dress the right way and act the right way and follow all the rules, because evil will find you anyway. Evil’s resourceful that way.

What did you see when you died?” He has that tenative half smile, like he’s almost embarrassed by what he’s saying. “Because I’m guessing it wasn’t the Sea of Tranquility.”And when I look at him, I’m not so sure it wasn’t.“Where did you go?” His voice drops just slightly and loses even the suggestion of a smile.He’s watching me like he’s not sure he’s allowed to ask the question, and he’s not even sure he wants the answer. I can almost see his grandfather’s words and Josh’s doubts about them swimming in his head. On every side of me are the lights and the tools and the wood and the boots and the boy I want to see forever. And if the my Sea of Tranquility were real, it would be this place, here, with him.I don’t say anything right away, because I just want one minute to look at his face before I give him my last secret.And then I tell him.”Your garage.

fate, favourite-scene, josh-bennett, katja-millay, love, soul-mates, sunshine, the-sea-od-tranquility

I’m tired of being responsible for other people’s misery. I can’t even put up with my own.

His hands are miracles. I can watch them for hours, transforming wood into something it never dreamed of being.

hands, miracles

Every normal family is one tragedy away from complete implosion.

family, normal, tragedy

I wish I could have saved you,” he says finally. And this is what it always comes back to. Salvation. Him saving me. Me saving him. Impossibilities, because there is no such thing, and it’s not what we ever needed from each other anyway.

impossibilities, rescue, salvation, save, saving

Maybe I don’t need to save her forever. Maybe I can just save her right now, in this moment, and if I can do that, maybe it will save me and maybe that can be enough.

I hate my left hand. I hate to look at it. I hate it when it stutters and trembles and reminds me that my identity is gone. But I look at it anyway; because it also reminds me that I’m going to find the boy who took everything away from me. I’m going to kill the boy who killed me, and when I kill him, I’m going to do it with my left hand.

death, dying, killing, pain

I stayed in therapy long enough to know that nothing that happened to me was my fault. I didn’t do anything to invite it or deserve it. But that just makes it worse. Maybe I don’t blame myself for what happened, but when they tell you that something was completely and utterly random, they’re also telling you something else. That nothing you do matters. It doesn’t matter if you do everything right, if you dress the right way and act the right way and follow all the rules, because evil will find you anyway. Evil’s resourceful that way. … They tell you it was random to make you feel blameless. But all I hear them telling me is that I have no control, and if I have no control, then I’m powerless. I would have preferred being blamed.

control, victimization