“my story grew heftier, full of confusion and grief. It became second nature for me to practice and recite my lines for my dramatic sob story. My fishbowl was filled with murky water and I had become so accustomed to it that my clarity was absolutely distorted.”
“The days of burying my head in pillows, sobbing my life away were over. Climbing steep mountains of various grades developed into my greatest drug of choice. The cadence of my heart harmonized with my feet pounding up and down the dirt paths and desolate country roads, always pulling me…
“Highway 12, a two lane highway with free grave sites plotted along its sidelines, is strewn with hand-made crosses and fake flowers tied to trees.”
“When I got into my bed I heard a solid steel click to my door. Out of my nervousness, I got out of bed and checked my door. A counselor was checking all the doors in the hall by rattling the doors which scared me back into my bed before any…
