No one tells you that before you die, you realize you wish it weren’t over. If I had jumped from a tall building, I bet I would have spent my last seconds wishing I was in the arms of the people I love. The people who weren’t as lucky as I can’t look back with regret. They are gone.
…han what was implied, an exhaustion at the carelessness with which we flung such destructive words. Each misnomer remained in me undigested, lodged in the crevices of my bones until they began to spill out of my throat and slip into my ears again.