Why is it that my mood is dictated by whatever you’re feeling?

It’s not your fault, I know. You can’t help it if I’m a people-pleaser who’s starved for love, an over-thinker who cares too much. This isn’t on you. But every time you feel sad or lonely, every time you tell me you’re having a panic attack or that you want to die, just know that I cannot rest until I know that you are ok. That my ...

The dark doesn’t seem

quite as dark when you’re in it;

know you’re by my side

and I feel just a little

lighter than I did before.

...

Don’t think I can call it a revelation;

there was no fireworks, no drama.

But it was more than just a realization.

It was small, but it held power.

You know the little things you do

that make a difference to others?

They may seem small to you,

but the small things make a lover.

And that’s it — I did say it was small....

Are you telling me I’m your favorite?

Me?!

No, there must be some mistake.

You must be talking about —

Me?!

Are you sure?

Don’t get me wrong, I’m flattered beyond words...

I just don’t believe you.

I’m simply not “favorite” material.

Are you sure...?

Ok, ok! I’ll stop asking.

I’m just... Are you sure?

....

Wow. I —

Wow.

Thank you. It’ll take a while ‘till I believe it,

but thank you.

You’r...

Dear Sir,

You probably don’t know me —

I’m not very loud.

In fact, I barely speak at all,

making my way through the halls of this school silently.

Invisibly.

I don’t get noticed by the others;

no, they tend to overlook kids like me.

Not a friend, yet not a threat,

I can slink along comfortably in the background, observing.

I can wear my favorite T-shirt to school.

You know, the one that shoul...

You slide the bag across the table and watch as the hooded figure opposite you peers inside.

“Where the hell did you find this?!”

She looks up at you, her eyes glinting in the shadow of her face. You try to stare her down, but, as usual, you’re the first to look away. You fold your arms tightly against your chest and look down at the beaten wood tabletop.

“Darling.” Katlyn’s voi...

There’s a painful place of comfort

that I’ve made inside my head;

that’s the place I go

to feel alone in.

It makes me do odd things, this space

it makes me lock my gates,

but display the key

where you can see it;

hiding to be noticed....

I was me,

you were you.

We came together—

now we’re two.

You were you,

but I was hiding.

Now we’re two

and I quit lying

But I was hiding

how I feel,

and I quit lying.

We made it here.

How I feel —

my doll, it’s true —

We made it here,

and babe? I love you. ...

[open up to a busy street in London. It is rush hour; focus on people pouring into the tube station, rushing to get to work. One man is struggling against the rest, battling his way out of the station. The man is tall and thin and wears a short jacket over a white T-shirt and washed out jeans. He’s wearing a backpack. Once he makes it to the street, he stops and takes out a large paper map. He get...