I can keep picking small fights, or brave the big one. Time to screw my courage. Or go down trying.

Losing me will hurt; it will be the kind of pain that won't feel real at first, and when it does, it will take her breath away.

And if I'm not forgiven, then at least I'm understood.

Once the options increase, settling on one becomes harder.

Mia,” Kim said, an edge of warning in her voice signaling the end of her patience. “You’re starting to act like one of those girls. Do you need to get me a gun?

But it's a big ocean. It's an even bigger world. And maybe we've gotten as close as we're supposed to get.

Every morning I wake up and I tell myself this: It's just one day, one twenty-four-hour period to get yourself through. I don't know when exactly I started giving myself this daily pep talk--or why. It sounds like a twelve-step mantra and I'm not in Anything Anonymous, though to read some of the crap they write about me, you'd think I should be. I have the kind of life a lot of people would probably sell a kidney to just experience a bit of. But still, I find the need to remind myself of the temporariness of a day, to reassure myself that I got through yesterday, I'll get through today.