I’m an impulse buyer. I don’t really go out with a list.
Obviously this is engagement ring city. Couples are wandering along and girls are pointing through the windows and the men are smiling but all look slightly sick whenever their girlfriends turn away.
I bet he never goes on YouTube. He’s too busy. It’s only tragic cases like you and me who are always online.
I can’t get over this. Dad isn’t Sam’s dad? Dad is a friend? How was I supposed to know that? People shouldn’t be allowed to sign themselves as Dad unless they are your dad. It should be the law.
Why didn’t I buy a new phone earlier? Why don’t I always walk around with a spare phone? It should be the law, like having a spare tire.
He so did not sit down and have a proper talk with her. I know it. He probably sent her a brief text, saying, Over. Sam.
Jeez Louise. I know why rich people are so thin: it’s from trekking around their humongous houses the whole time.
And maybe now you’ll start treating everybody with respect. Not just the people you think are important.
Suddenly I’ve had enough of all this. I’ve had enough of being made to feel insecure and paranoid and wondering what’s going on.
I’m lying. I don’t just need someone like you. I need you.
Everyone keeps saying I’ll pick it up. But what if I don’t? I did algebra for three years, and I never picked that up.
Visiting any shop for the first time is exciting. There’s always that buzz as you push open the door; that hope; that belief – that this is going to be the shop of all shops, which will bring you everything you ever wanted, at magically low prices.
Our whole family thrives under pressure. It’s like our family motto or something. Apart from my brother Peter, of course. He had a nervous break down. But the rest of us.
It was in the forest. No one saw it or heard it. So did it actually happen?
You don’t always have to know who you are. Sometimes, it’s enough just to know what to do next.
Rule of life. If you bother to ask someone’s advice, then bother to listen to it.
Don’t think about it. Don’t think about what could have been. It’s too unbearable.
I once tried to give him a friendly little “drugs chat”. He politely corrected me on every single fact, then said he’d noticed I drank above the recommended guidelines of Red Bull and did I think I might have an addiction? That was the last time I tried to act like the older sister.
You’re working for me cut out the attitude.
Everyone’s moving on without me, into a world I don’t understand.