Let me hold on to this the way it was, before I knew anything else.
I have taken advantage of other people's weaknesses in order to cover my own.
It is an awful thing to be betrayed by your body. And it’s lonely, because you feel you can’t talk about it.
Its a fine line between love and stalking.
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.
I know from experience that beneath every peripheral girl is a central truth. She’s hiding hers away, but at the same time she wants me to see it.