Fake Is that what you are if you choose to improve the basic not perfect you?

This time when we kiss, I feel it in the pit of my stomach, I feel it in my heart. And I realize love isn't about sex. It's about connection.

Have you ever had so much to say that your mouth closed up so tight, struggling to harness the nuclear force coalescing within your words?" -346

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

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 told her about the man, not my daddy, she said, He was only making you into a real girl. I didn’t understand. But I made myself believe her. I was a real girl now. But what was I before?

Now that I have opened that bottle of memories they're pouring out like wine, crimson and bittersweet.