The concept of the soul still haunts me to this day. And I hate how childish it makes me feel.

Why do the most beautiful words fill me with dread?

I had so many dreams in that car. Looking up at the mountains, looking down at the sea.

She talked me down so many times I ended up believing I'm less.

No wonder Mama never loved anyone else after my father. Men in town can be so creepy.

She would sleepwalk and stare at you in the middle of the night.

No one liked it when I started getting smart.

Being alone is so scary. Being alone is so healing.

We didn't even consider him to be a person. Teenagers can be so insensitive. Or maybe we were psychos.

I heard my mother crying in her room that night.

I could swear my mother never shed a tear again once she started deteriorating.

That hot rich boy from Barcelona happened to like me for real. I ran off to meet him after the summer, but everything he told me about himself was a lie... he was so lame.

Whenever she was going through something, she would come up with the most outlandish reasons to punish us.

She hit me again that night.

We ended up tagging a dozen trees. I loved doing stuff together. Poor forest.

In the end, I didn't even go to uni.

I was the one who got hurt the most that day.

I used to be willing to do anything for Nina. Even if my gut was yelling at me to stop. Even if I knew that would consume her.

Now I understand how my mother felt.

That is my color. The most beautiful gift my sister's ever given me.

For a minute, I felt like there was hope for us.

We all suffered from food poisoning that night. It was a bonding experience.

When I get too desperate, I'm willing to destroy myself and everything I believe in.

Deep down, I knew those were our last words.

I still don't know who I am. Or who I want to be when I get older. Even though I'm older now.

Sometimes we're evil just for the sake of it.

I failed you both. You failed me both.

Thank you, Mama.