"They say to write what you know. Well, she didn’t know shit.

She followed the rules and got straight A’s. She said no to drugs. She’s held hostage by the rules in her mind, the straight edges and closed windows that don’t allow for the creativity to seep through. ​

She found a way to soften the edges and open the windows; hit the bottle. The lines got wavy, the air got blurry, and her thoughts ran free. It’s as if she was afraid to be herself in her own mind.

Then she wrote. Furiously. She had to. Her sanity depended on it."--Miggie