When the earthquake began I was lying in my bed, staring at the ceiling. I was trying to sleep, but I had slept too much the past couple days and it wouldn't come. I traced the lines and patterns on my ceiling, on the curtains, on the walls, with my eyes. I was trying to let my thoughts cease, trying to silence the ever rampant rapids of conscious and unconscious hatred of myself. The only thing I could hear was the constant tick tick tick of my wall clock. The shaking started with a tremble. I didn't realize it at first, I thought I was finally entering the sweet escapes of slumber. But then, crawling, the shaking increased. The mattress m

I knew a girl once And she was beautiful She was called Mia And I was jealous I couldn't be Mia So I became Ana Hoping one day I'd be beautiful too