'Goodbye Jamie Boyd' By Elizabeth Fensham

so i borrowed this book from the library and i got a bit glued to it and actually found it quite interesting and enjoyable. now im minorly forcing lil to hurry up and read it. baha.

'Love's not a cake,' I say.
'You don't carve it into pieces 'til there's none left,
it's more like the magic pudding - the more you use of it, the more it grows.'

"My mind is shouting,
and i sure as anything want to let out a big scream.
I didn't want to be different,
I wanted to be sane,
and i'm taking the tablets but still feeling all these fears.
Like what if the drugs don't work and i do something terrible?
And what if they do work and i've killed my only friend?"

"Not every sufferer has a Jamie in his life, of course, they have other delusions and fears. Every individual has his individual hell, but it felt good coming into the open leaving the past a bit more behind.
Eddie said, 'Write it all downm poetry, songs, diary, drawings, just get it out in the open.'
'Already doing that, sir,' I said. But it feels good having two sane people on my side."

"I need friends, but what would they say if they really knew me?"

"But perhaps there are more moments of sensitivity that open themselves to these people. You don't have to be mad to be creative, but you have to see things from an original perspective."