Except when it comes to Mom. She is, and always has been, the driving force in this family. And sometimes that means driving us head-on, no possible change of course, into a wall.
Yeah, I know getting high isn’t so smart. Ask me if I care.
When did creating a flawless facade become a more vital goal than learning to love the person who lives inside your skin?
Easier, sometimes, to gulp down giant spoonfuls of uncertainty than it is to swallow throat-clogging capsules of what really is.
When all else fails, dream bigger.
I was about six years old, still Daddy’s little girl, even though Daddy couldn’t care less about me. How could I expect any man every would?
God wasn’t love, couldn’t be love. Because for me, love was a corpse.
Something stirred beneath my skin, some being inside I’d only suspected existed, demon or angel, I couldn’t say.
In my limited realm of experience, beginnings led to endings.
But, though I was very much in lust with him, I knew from the start we were nothing like “forever.” Maybe because forever is such a scary place.
The love of her life dissolved into dreams.
Never say never, dear. You might be surprised at what you can do, should circumstances dictate.
And now life has become the future. Every moment of your life is lived for the future-you go to high school so you can go to college so you can get a good job so you can get nice house.
I don’t think we’ll get caught, but the very possibility is half the fun.
I know he wants to get serious. He’s definitely not a player, not a poser, not a loser, not a user.
I do have friends, but they don’t know me, only someone I’ve created to take my place. Someone sculpted from ice. I keep the melted me bottled up inside. Where no one can touch her, until, unbidden, she comes pouring out.
Love is only found in books.
The more I think about it, the more I believe there has to be a subtle yet satisfying method of revenge.
Sometimes I’m not so sure just who I am either.
I am different. And I don’t understand exactly how. And I don’t understand just why.