I'm overwhelmed with sadness for everything that was lost, and filled with anger toward the people who took it away. My people-or at least, my old people. I don't know who I am anymore, or where I belong.
That's not totally true...I know I belong with Alex.

“The walls are covered -crammed- with writing. No. Not writing. They are covered…”

“Är du säker på att du blir lycklig av att vara som alla andra?" En tyst visknin…”

“Otra cosa que merece la pena recordar: la esperanza nos mantiene vivos. Incluso…”

“Let go. Feel the weight all around you, feel the squeezing of your lungs, the s…”