Necesito que todo se detenga. La gente. La vida
I wish I would die.
I’ve thought those words many times. But it’s a hard thing to say out loud. It’s even scarier to feel you might mean it.
WE CAN’T TAKE YOU ANYWHERE, SHANG
THIS IS WHY WE CAN’T HAVE NICE THINGS, SHANG.
I’M SO DONE RIGHT NOW SHANG.
this is too funny.
It seemed like you could know me. Like you could understand anything I told you. And the more we spoke, I knew why. The same things excited us. The same things concerned us. I wanted to tell you everything. And that hurt because some things were too scary. Some things even I didn’t understand. How could I tell someone—someone I was really talking to for the first time—everything I was thinking?
Aren’t you worried about, like, forever?”
“Forever is composed of nows,