But hey, what's life without a little adversity?" That had to have been the fakest attempt at optimism since my fourth grade teacher tried reasoning that we were better off without the dead kids in our class because it'd mean more turns on the playground swings for the rest of us.

Dear Dad, When you sent me to school that morning, I thought you loved me. But now I see you for what you are. You called me a monster and a freak. But you’re the one that raised me.

Where did she come from, and where can I find one?" "Picked this one up at a gas station in West Virginia, bargain price. Last one on the shelf, sorry.

Let's carpe the hell out of this diem.

Sometimes the darkness lives inside you, and sometimes it wins.

I can't do this anymore," I cried, "Why won't you just leave me alone?" Because you would never leave me.

I closed my eyes. I forced myself to relax, to remember that here, now, and always, I was the predator.