i wish i were someone else, even though i know i'll never, ever be able to get away from what i've done and what's been done to me.

I am jealous of anyone who can make other people care so much.

Game over," you say, and I don't know which I take more exception to-- the fact that you say its over, or the fact that you say it's a game.

People take love's continuity for granted, just as they take their body's continuity for granted. They don't realize that the best thing about love is its regular presence. Once you can establish that, it's an added foundation to your life.

I feel such a tenderness for these vulnerable nighttime conversations, the way words take a different shape in the air when there's no light in the room.

Life goes on. Get over it. You're still young. It'll get better. Blah, Blah, Blah

iv. who was it who invented size zero? who was it who promised that if you got to a certain point you would no longer be?