The Weight of Our Sky

I didn’t realize they could be sharp, cruel, insidious little things that crept and wormed their way into your thoughts and made your brain hot and itchy.

I mean it. If this will hurt you, please don’t read my book.

But I mean it. If this will hurt you, please don’t read my book

But I mean it. If this will hurt you, please don’t read my book.

Is that weird, for an author to basically say, “Please don’t read my book”? Maybe. But I mean it. If this will hurt you, please don’t read my book. No book is worth sacrificing your own well-being for.

I’ve gotten used to keeping my little quirks hidden. I’m pretty smart anyway,

Every day for me is like its own special, specific challenge