Baby," she says in a harsh whisper, "in this world, lots of people will try to grind you down. They need you to be small so they can be big. You let them think whatever they want, but you make sure you get yours. You get yours.

Once someone's hurt you, it's harder to relax around them, harder to think of them as safe to love. But it doesn't stop you from wanting them.

Life is like licking Honey from a Thorn

You want me to say something? Okay. Sometimes I think I am what you made me. And sometimes I don’t know who I am at all. And either way I’m not happy.

Can't get away from your own self.

It makes you a different person, to not have a past. It eats away at who you are, until what’s left is all construct, all artifice.

I survive at the edge of friends circles.