There are all these moments you don't think you will survive. And then you survive.

The unwarranted devotion. Putting up with the fear of being with the wrong person because you can't deal with the fear of being alone. The hope tinged with doubt, and the doubt tinged with hope. Every time I see these feelings in someone else's face, it weighs me down.

And If only I could, I'd make a deal with God.

How do you commemorate a year? A paper anniversary, but we are the words written down, not the paper.

Family, like arsenic, works best in small doses...unless you prefer to die.

me: just don't ask about his forty-three ex-boyfriends, okay? or ask him about why he's carrying around an axe. mom:... me: i'm kidding about the axe part.

Maybe your history just repeats and repeats until it batters you enough to snap the seams that hold you together