o u r  m i n d s  a r e  t r o u b l e d  b y  t h e  e m p t i n e s s
she is many things. she is words on paper, smoke fading away in the wind, eyeliner on the soft skin, a scream of ecstasy coming from neighbouring room, a tight black dress, a flickering candle, a thunderous sea, a caged bird, tear-stained cheeks, smudged ink, ticking of the clock, a punch in the face, a howl of pain, a bitter aftertaste, the blood in your veins, the scars on your body, the scent of roses, the darkness, the light, a nightmare, a secret, a story, a poem, a stain, she is heaven spelled backwards and she is the flames of hell and she is emptiness.

m o s t  o f  u s  a r e  h e a v i n g  t h r o u g h  c o r r u p t e d  l u n g s
"i'm eddie brown and this is supposed to be my diary (they said so). i don't know what to write in here, though. i have no idea who am i. is this possible? to not know your own self? i guess it is. people have always labelled me with a large variety of nouns and adjectives that confused me. maybe, a few years ago, there was some kind of vision in my head – a vision of what i should have become, but it's gone. my parents say that i must be a good girl and have great grades, but since i'm not even in school, that's not realisable. people in school called me a whore and an emo, probably because i like sex and i tried to commit suicide three times. i guess they're convinced i've gotten what i deserved now. maybe they're right. i assume it's some kind of punishment, because i hate it here. they've forbidden me to smoke and they've taken everything that could help me kill myself. it's silly, you know. i could just bang my head on the wall until i crack my skull and bleed out to death. but lately, i've been thinking a lot and maybe, just maybe, i want to live. death is always with me anyway, so it would do no harm to wait for another five years or so, to see what life has got to show. if it gets too hard, i know where to escape."

c h a s i n g  v i s i o n s  o f  o u r  f u t u r e s
she is allowed to go to college because her state has been improving a lot and they think she's stable enough. they know she's most likely gonna succumb to drugs and alcohol at a place like withmore, but they don't care. they just pretend to, because it's part of their job and they get paid for comforting patients. it hurt her at first (she saw through their masks of worry immediately), but she's gotten used to the general indifference of people. the only thing that makes her a bit happier is her incoming meeting with isaac, the beloved brother who studies at withmore. and then, she's off to a new world, when she hasn't even adjusted to the last one. she's chasing her future, but is not yet sure if she wants to catch it.