But I so want to walk that razor’s edge, Take feeling to a whole new level.
I’m in love. And I like how that feels. And I hate how that feels. Because love is an invention of fiction writers.
Happily ever after is a concept I’ll never believe in.
I want to know living love. And I don’t want to wait for it.
Life is full of choices. We don’t always make good ones. It seems to Kristina you gotta be crazy to open your windows, invite the demons in. Bree throws rocks at the feeble glass, laughs.
That’s what I’ll be. A silhouette, rarely seen, and yet believed in.
I can’t change what has happened in the past, Kaeleigh. I can only promise to make the future better.
And almost instantly, Daddy made everything seem just fine. Even when it wasn’t.
Kaeleigh, queen of passive, all the time saying no, but not strong enough to mean it.
Cleansed, chlorinated to the point of chemical peel, sore muscles relieved, I felt almost human again. Tiptoe to my room, up a darkened hall, past closed doors, I wondered if I’d ever feel completely human again.
I never went to Albuquerque expecting to find love. I thought it had found me there, followed me home. I never came home expecting to lose love in the space of one brief telephone call. Is it always so short-lived?
Just keep on shining that light. The rest will take care of itself.
The only thing about myself I know for sure is that I don’t know anything.
A Problem Is really just a solution in need of a reason to exist.
Death Is only the easy way out if you are the one who dies.
But Hey, Guess What Crazy means I’m not liable for my actions. So screw it, I’ll go home, propped up on Prozac against distractions.
Don’t you know? We’re connected by an invisible chain. It’s very long, very light. But also very strong. It can’t rust. Can’t break. And the only thing that can sever it is if you ever stop loving me.
Sad, that lives can be shattered, into so many pieces that they can never be put back together, the the relentless force of love. Irreparable.
And the thought of that makes me want to open a vein, experience pain, know I’m alive, despite this living death.
Love is for children and dimwads.