She liked getting hold of some book, and keeping it to herself, and gnawing its contents in privacy, and pondering the meaning without sharing her thoughts with any one, or having to decide whether the book was a good one or a bad one.
You are allowed to be alive. You are allowed to be somebody different. You are allowed to not say goodbye to anybody or explain a single thing to anyone, ever.
I know who I was this morning, but I’ve changed a few times since then.
If you have good thoughts they will shine out of your face like sunbeams and you will always look lovely.
I am selfish, private and easily bored. Will this be a problem?