Have you ever once in your life reached out to touch infinity?

Real love shouldn't be disposable.

I felt angry, frustrated. I felt I didn't belong, not in my church, not in my home, not in my skin. Amidst the chaos, i felt alone, in need of a friend instead of a sister, someone detached from my world. The "woman's role" theory disgusted me. I would soon be a woman, and I knew I could never perform as expected. I was tired of my mom's submission to her religion, to her husband's sick quest for an heir, to his abuse. I was sick of my dad, of reaching for him as he fell farther away from us and into the arms of Johnnie WB.

That's what I'll be. A silhouette, rarely seen, and yet believed in.

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

I don't need more pain in my life. Why did I invite it in? Do I have to feel pain to believe I feel anything at all?

I never actually plan sequels. They demand to be done.