And no bathroom on earth will make up for marrying a bearded man you hate.
What a tiny list of friends I have! All my fault. I less and less want to see people.
Ah, but you're the insidious type--Jane Eyre with of touch of Becky Sharp. A thoroughly dangerous girl.
...surely I could give him--a sort of contentment... That isn't enough to give. Not for the giver.
Even a broken heart doesn't warrant a waste of good paper.
Perhaps it would really be rather dull to be married and settled for life. Liar! It would be heaven.