I began to draw an invisible boundary between myself and other people. No matter who I was dealing with. I maintained a set distance, carefully monitoring the person’s attitude so that they wouldn’t get any closer. I didn’t easily swallow what other people told me. My only passions were books and music. Haruki Murakami, Sputnik …

I hope one day somebody loves youso much that they see violetsin the bags under your eyes,sunsets in the downward archof your lips, that they recognize youas something green,something fresh and still growing,even if sometimesyou are growing sideways, that they do not waste their timetrying to fix you.