Rasmenia Massoud

Who__ happy? Happy is just what people think they are when they can__ find anything to bitch about.

I know that mirrors give us a false sense of confidence._ I continued. __he reflection that we see everyday has nothing to do with how others see us. The glass lies.

There are no mirrors of any kind in here. If there were, I__ want to smash them, but I wouldn__. Instead, I__ probably just stare at them, giving myself negative affirmations.

I envy you, your youth. Every woman is still a dream, a thing that can__ exist. Even when you touch her, a creature too beautiful to be real or to cause real pain. It__ different for old men. We have more old wounds from these dreams.

We laughed the way that only people who carry each other back from Hell can laugh when they finally get a hunger for the future once again.

Lucius didn__ believe in werewolves. He said that people were too horrible for any other monsters to exist, which he thought was a shame.

A city isn__ so unlike a person. They both have the marks to show they have many stories to tell. They see many faces. They tear things down and make new again.

When I walked into the room, I looked down to the floor and saw that each and every garment I owned had been pulled from its rightful place and had been meticulously sliced into countless pieces. One thing was painfully obvious to me: these clothes were symbolic of me; they represented my body.What you really wanted was to slice me into countless pieces.

He mentioned the connection between us. He identified with me. These are the things that many people want to hear, that most __ormal_ people want to be able to truthfully say, but almost no one can.

Not every daughter mourns the loss of a mother.

The counselor says that with more time and more surgeries, I will begin to feel normal again. She says this with a mouth that can still smile. It__ so easy to be reassuring when you have lips.

Hate isn__ the opposite of love, apathy is. Hating doesn__ free you from feeling anything. You have to carry it around, using every scar, every little memory like a building block. Like a stone in a wall, until you__e created a new person, a new life that you can live with.