And at some point I would like to talk my publisher into doing an anthology of my poetry alongside some teen readers poetry. It would be fun, and really wonderful to get their stuff out there.

I don't love him, & he definitely doesn't love me. Still, he semi-fills a gaping black hole inside me. That place wants love, maybe even needs love, but love is something I"m pretty sure doesn't exist.

Not even Carol knows firsthand how it feels to be hurt in such a way by someone who's supposed to protect you

It's probably weird to think about an addiction like it's a sentient being, but that's how it feels. Like it's something living inside you. Something you can't get rid of because killing it means killing you.

Was the fun in the fall?

Living means taking chances. Risks. Playing safe all the time is being dead inside, even if you happen to still be breathing.

Even good girls have secrets, ones even their best friends must guess.