Possibilities ...in the closet ...itching ...to break out ...but afraid of ...the fallout

The universe is a big place. If I was lost up there, how would you ever find me

Perfection I've lived with the pretense of perfection for seventeen years. Give my room a cursory inspection, you'd think I have OCD. But it's only habit and not obsession that keeps it all orderly. Of course, I don't want to give the impression that it's all up to me.

Forever has no meaning when you're living in the moment. I wasn't ready for that moment to end.

I swallow any sort of apology. "screwing your neighbor." There. Said it. React, okay? pregnant pause becomes three weeks overdue. Four weeks. Time for a C-section. What? Oh, Kaeleigh, I'm so sorry. Are you sure...?

Commitment means losing yourself to gain something temporary. Nothing lasts. Not looks. Not love.

Except when it comes to Mom. She is, and always has been, the driving force in this family. And sometimes that means driving us head-on, no possible change of course, into a wall.