This is from the book "All The Bright Places" and I can relate to the girl character more than I can relate to any other characters from every book I have read.
I am messy. Messier than what it looks like from the outside, messier ghan my bedroom. Perhaps it is my thoughts that are messy and unarranged. Perhaps my thoughts are strings with too many dead knots that I cannot unknot.
I have secrets. Secrets that I keep only to myself because I know if I tell anyone, they would think less of me. If I tell any soul, I know they'd be disgusted, they'd judge, and they'd leave. I have my own secrets because it feels good to know that there is a part of me that no one else knows.
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