Your driving is unpleasant, but it isn't technically unsafe.

You can't just make me different and then leave. You can't. You can't change me and make my whole life centered around you, then leave.

YOU are valuable and rare and worthy of love.

What a treacherous thing to believe that a person is more than a person.

The snow may be falling in the winter of my discontent, but at least I've got sarcastic company.

I don't know where people got the idea that characters in books are supposed to be likable. Books are not in the business of creating merely likeable characters with whom you can have some simple identification with. Books are in the business of creating great stories that make you're brain go ahhbdgbdmerhbergurhbudgerbudbaaarr.

The whole thing was the precise opposite of what I figured it would be: slow and patient and quiet and neither particularly painful nor particularly ecstatic