Every lineament of the girl's wasted body is a testament to her inner turmoil. Willow can only imagine what kind of pain she must be in to destroy herself that way. She knows there's something ironic in her compassion for the other girl, but she can't help feeling that this utter mortification of the flesh is far worse than anything that she herself has done.
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I can feel the hurt. There's something good about it. Mostly it makes me stop remembering.
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The more I lived with Jan, the more I loved her, the more I made her miserable. It was a vicious cycle (page 209)The more I loved her the more I hated her. And the more she loved me, the more I harmed myself (page 269).
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Other times, I look at my scars and see something else: a girl who was trying to cope with something horrible that she should never have had to live through at all. My scars show pain and suffering, but they also show my will to survive. They're part of my history that'll always be there.
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No neurotic harbors thoughts of suicide which are not murderous impulses against others redirected upon himself.
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I lay on my floor crying again shaking. Searching for inner strength and coming up empty. My eyes burned and my mouth was dry as I sucked on air that seemed to keep getting thicker and harder to breathe. I tried to leave again, but ended up leaning my forehead against the door, feeling defeated and wishing the Grim Reaper would come for me in all his silky, black glory.
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I stopped. She was bleeding after all. Perfect lines crossed her wrists, not near any crucial veins, but enough to leave wet red tracks across her skin. She hadn; t hit her veins when she did this; death hadn't been her goal.
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.. And afterward, after it was done, it was too much, and I felt like I was going to.. I don't know.. Explode, and it was just too much, I had to let it out you know? I had to-I interrupted her hysteria It's okay, I understand. That was a lie. I didn't get her cutting at all. She'd done it sporadically, ever since the accident and it scared me each time. She'd try to explain it to me, how she didn't want to die - she just needed to get it out somehow. She felt so much emotionally, she would say, that a physical outlet - physical pain - was the only way to make her internal pain go away. It was the only way she could control it.
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And wishes, truly wishes, that she could say the same herself. Because hurting herself would be so much easier.
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