This was just not fair. To get a taste of freedom, only to instantly be punished for it.
So many things we ask for, hope for, prayers put out into a world so wide: there was no way they could all be answered. But you had to keep asking. If you didn’t, nothing even had a chance of coming true.
There’s no shame in trying to make stuff work, is how I see it. It’s better than just accepting the broken.” I wanted to say he was lucky he even had a choice. That for most of us, once something was busted, it was game over. I would have loved to know how it felt, just once, to have something fall apart and see options instead of endings.
Don’t think or judge,′ I said. ‘Just listen.
Attention from a cute boy – you could power the world with it.
She was looking right at me, shaking her head, and I told myself she was wrong, so wrong, even as she spoke. “You’re a goner.
People will tell you what they want you to know.
You first learn truth, once it’s with you, it never really goes away.
This made me smile, reminding me of how much I really liked my brother. Despite our differences, we did have a history. No one understood where I was coming from the way he did.
Live day by day.
But idols fall, and sometimes they land right on you and leave you flattened.
I’d said I didn’t always tell the truth, that I didn’t handle conflict well, that anger scared me, that I was used to people just disappearing when they were mad.
Each time I thought I’d felt all I could for him, there was more.
For some reason, blame is often directed toward me. I have to be vigilant.
I never expected anything from anyone. Which was not the same thing as not wanting, ever, to be surprised.
She fell, she hurt, she felt. She lived.
I had no idea how anyone would describe me, or what would come to mind at the sound of my name.
In a perfect wedding- or world- you wanted the best possible beginning. Start in a high note and, no matter what song follows, chances are just better that it will be music to your ears.
All I could think was that here, finally, for once, I wasn’t only watching and reporting but part of this moving, changing world as well.
I’d gotten so used to being known as the girl whose dad died, I sometimes forgot that I’d had a life before that.