How was I supposed to concentrate on my mental health when my therapist was encased in orange sparkle madness?

Because on some level, even though it never turns out to be true, and even though I should know better, I still expect life to be like the movies.

They do sometimes go crazy, these people, because the world is telling them not to want the things they want. It can seem saner to give up-But then one goes insane from giving up.

I know they're not getting divorced or anything, but when your parents argue it makes the whole universe seem like it's tipping, like everything could change if they got mad enough at each other, like the world isn't a safe place. And of course, that's true, isn't it? The world is not a safe place.

See the world as it is, not as you wish it would be

I hate those endless descriptions of a heroine's physical attributes . . . it really bothers me how in books it seems like the only two choices are perfection or self-hatred. As if readers will only like a character who's ideal--or completely shattered.

These guys, they were so sure of their places in life--so deeply confident of their merit and their future--they didn't need any kind of front at all.