“I focused so much on my conscious mind that I forgot about the one beneath it, the one that wanted to talk but could only whisper. I'd suffocate those whispers and I'd feed the silence, but it was still there, hidden but not discreet as it pierced my insides with the sharpness of its thorns, growing inside me within the darkness of my soul. I continued to pretend it wasn't there, that I was okay. Because everyone else's opinions, although they shouldn't matter, they did. They did and it made all the fucking difference.”
Book:Seven Sins