Too often in my life, love has been defined as "humiliation with occasional roses".

Darkness does this. It finds all the places you are hiding in. It finds all the things you are holding onto tightly and makes you let go.

I don’t know why we do it. But sometimes we just swim straight for the net.

Are you getting your period?" She narrows her eyes. No! God. I hate that. I hate when every negative act is blamed on your period." Sometimes bitchiness is just bitchiness, happily unattached to anything hormonal. It should get full credit.

Like all kids with divorced parents, I have an abundance of holidays.

I had always had a little problem looking out for myself in love. I was afraid people would leave me. So I sort of clung and did everything possible to keep someone around. I didn't have a hard talk with myself about who I was keeping around. Doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure that out. I clung to people like human life preservers. I thought i'd die if someone left me. Its ironic because now I'm the one who's leaving.

If letting go, if letting people and things work themselves out in the way that they needed to without your help was the most important thing, then it was also the hardest.