When did creating a flawless facade become a more vital goal than learning to love the person who lives inside your skin?

Happiness, you see, its just an illusion of Fate, a heavenly sleight of hand designed to make you believe in fairy tales. But there's no happily ever after. You'll only find happy endings in books. Some books.

When did creating a flawless facade become a more vital goal than learning to love the person who lives inside your skin?

Easier, sometimes, to gulp down giant spoonfuls of uncertainty than it is to swallow throat-clogging capsules of what really is.

Love without trust is nothing more than infatuation.

The monster likes to talk; he jumps into your head and opens your mouth, making it spout your deepest darkest deceptions. Making you say all the things you'd rather not say, at least not in mixed company." (Ellen Hopkins)

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