Maybe Fate isn't the pond you swim in but the fisherman floating on top of it, letting you run the line wild until you are weary enough to be reeled back in.

You have everything. A family, a great job, a lot of people who look up to you. You've got a place to go home to. So go.

How could you go about choosing something that would hold the half of your heart you had to bury?

Normal, in our house, is like a blanket too short for a bed--sometimes it covers you just fine, and other times it leaves you cold and shaking; and worst of all, you never know which of the two it's going to be.

But that's what love is, isn't it? When it hurts you more to see someone suffer than it does to take the pain away?

At 17, the smallest crises took on tremendous proportions; someone else's thoughts could take root in the loam of your own mind; having someone accept you was as vital as oxygen. Adults, light years away from this, rolled their eyes and smirked and said, 'This too shall pass' - as if adolescence was a disease like chicken pox, something everyone recalled as a milk nuisance, completely forgetting how painful it had been at the time.

At home I was raped by a guy i thought I loved' Trixie said, because thats what it was to her and always would be.