We are as indestructible as we believe ourselves to be.

At least it was instant. At least there wasn't any pain." I knew he was only trying to help, but he didn't get it. There was pain. A dul endless pain in my gut that wouldn't go away even when I knelt on the stingingly frozen tile of the bathroom, dry-heaving.

I am a giant squid of anger.

But mothers lie. It's in the job description.

I didn’t need you, you idiot. I picked you. And then you picked me back.

Right, except I'm not going to lie to my mom, because what kind of (man) lies to his own mother?

Cold one day, sweet the next; irresistibly flirty one moment, resistibly obnoxious the next.