Character: Lily Salvatore

Once you face your trigger, the memories that your brain has been suppressing will crash down crushingly, sweeping away everything in their path. And, as you know, after an avalanche, being at the epicenter of events, you may not survive.

Some people, in an attempt to protect, to help, stop seeing the line. They try to always be strong, but at one point emotions take over them and begin to break them from the inside.

In a society where almost everyone is scratching the ceilings with a halo, it is very difficult not to feel like a bastard.

We need to get together. Stand up. This is the nature of every person, his essence: to raise your sword and go forward to continue the fight. Fight for the lives of your children. For your soul.

Alcohol is a great thing. It does not bring happiness, love, but removes fatigue and "shifts the framework" that prevent people from communicating with each other.

There are people with whom you can be silent, you can not talk, but you know - they understand like no one else what this or that view means. There are very few of them, with them you can dream, watch as the clouds swarm in the sky. Everyone has his own such a person - for someone it is a mistress, for someone a friend, for someone a sister or brother. For me, such a person is the eldest son.

Day changed into night: views changed, clouds flashed. How I love this time of day. The time when no one touches you. Nobody needs you. Just you and your thoughts. At this time, you become their captive. And there is no way out to escape from them. At this time, your dreams and fantasies become even crazier. The one who you will never be in the morning wakes up in you. That crazy person who is ready for all these violent acts, whatever they may be. At this time, you can be a different self. With your favorite music. With your favorite books. And it doesn't matter where you are and how many problems surround you. It's just that at a certain moment, at this time, you disconnect. You are left alone. No one needs it. And you go mad without haste. You change your life. You build a plan, a picture, a plot of an ideal life for you. No problem. No unnecessary things. You surrender to fantasies and desires. At this time, we are sincere. At this time, we are ready to cry with emotion, looking at how sweetly our children sleep. You talk about what was locked during the day. That which cannot be talked about. You miss things that will never be before, but you know that everything will be better later. You set goals and prepare to go for them. But in the morning, alas, you realize that this is stupid.

Students hate teachers, teachers hate students, but we all tell each other how much we love and care for them.