"More than a stunning debut. It is the announcement of a bold new literary voice"
—Stephen Chbosky, author of The Perks of Being a Wallflower

(A part of me died last year, not a good part of me, but still, I feel like I’ll never had that part of myself, and it mades me sad.
It wasn’t a side of me people liked, it wasn’t safe, it wasn’t happy, but it was a part of me, and a reason for a lot of things I kept on feeling.)
You died, I’m sorry I couldn’t make it better for you. I’m sorry for al the voices in your head late at night. I’m sorry for the monsters hiding in the back of your head. I’m sorry for the scars I couldn’t prevent. I’m sorry for the late nights when you couldn’t breathe and thought about all the things young people shouldn’t think about. I’m sorry I kept making it worse. I’m sorry I didn’t pull you away from him sooner. I’m sorry he made the scars hurt even more. I’m sorry he kept breaking. I’m sorry. I’m not sure if you died or just transformed, but I’m glad you’re finally resting, and the bad dream is over. I’m glad I ended up making it okay for you.
Keep surviving