Book: My dark Vanessa

My mind was full of emptiness, it froze and glazed so much that it was possible to skate on it.

Perhaps this was the price of frankness, even under the guise of fiction - it was worth going for frankness, and people began to be interested only in this. Whether you like it or not, your recognition became your only characteristic.

I was no longer human. I have become limitless. As they walked across campus, mundane and mundane, I hovered, leaving behind the comet's maple-red tail. I was no longer myself, I was no one. I was a red ball hanging on a bitch. Absolute emptiness.

There was no way I could curb my eerie ability to notice so many things about people who probably did not see me point-blank.

Life is just a movement through time under an internal countdown leading to the last, final moment.

Excitement makes people get involved in their own business.

He assured me that everything would be okay, but perhaps the word okay had different meanings to us.

... the world is made up of endlessly intertwined stories, each one important and true.

I always say there is never too much caffeine.