the pain of that first lost was still raw. You could deal with it, endure it, but never escape it.

Who would have ever thought I'd be afraid of a zombie, any kind of zombie? Nicely ironic that.

It has been my experience that women tell more intimate details to their friends than men do. Men may brag more, but women will talk the nitty-gritty and share the experience more.

Hatred makes us all ugly.

Self-doubt is a self-fulfilling prophecy.

-Please, Anita, go home, and don’t freak. Just go home, and be happy. Be happy, and let everyone around you be happy. Is that so hard? When Jason said it like that, it didn’t seem hard. In fact, it seemed to make a lot of sense, but inside, it felt hard. Inside it felt like the hardest thing in the world. To just let go, and not pick everything to death. To just let go and enjoy what you had. To just let go and not make everybody around you miserable with your own internal dialogue. To just let go and be happy. So simple. So difficult. So terrifying.

What we prefer to read is sort of like sexual preference, you like what you like. Most of the time you have no clue why.