I was young I was so young it hurt like a knife inside because there was no alternative except to hide as long as possible--- not in self-pity but with dismay at my limited chance: trying to connect.

it seemed to me that I had never met another person on earth as discouraging to my happiness as my father. and it appeared that I had the same effect upon him.

Of course, there would always be arguments. That is the nature of Woman. They like the mutual exchange of dirty laundry, a bit of screaming, a bit of dramatics. Then an exchange of vows.

Love breaks my bones and I laugh

Do you hate people? I don't hate them...I just feel better when they're not around.

I feel strangely normal.

It’s never quite right, all the things we are taught, all the loves we chase, all the deaths we die, all the lives we live.