In fact, since the accident, Mom doesn't love anyone. She is marble. Beautiful. Frigid. Easily stained by her family. What's left of us anyway. We are corpses. At first, we sought rebirth. But resurrection devoid of her love has made us zombies. We get up every morning, skip breakfast, hurry off to work or school. For in those other places, we are more at home. And sometimes we stagger beneath the weight of grief, the immensity of aloneness.
Ellen HopkinsAnger is a valid emotion. It's only bad when it takes control and makes you do things you don't want to do.
Ellen HopkinsI nod, because I do understand. I'm just not sure how to go about divorcing myself from the evil I've already accepted.
Ellen Hopkins