No, I am never setting foot in this house again it scares me and makes me sad and I wish you could be a mom whose eyes worked but I don't think you can.

We've fallen down on our responsibility to our children by somehow creating this world where they're surrounded by images of sexuality; and yet, we as adults struggle to talk to kids honestly about sex, the rules of dignity and consent.

When life sucks, read. They can't yell at you for that. And if they do, then you can ignore them.

They say they have noticed me drawing. I almost tell them right then and there. They noticed.

I need a new friend. I need a friend, period. Not a true friend, nothing close or share clothes or sleepover giggle giggle yak yak. Just a pseudo-friend, disposable friend. Friend as accessory. Just so I don't feel or look so stupid.

I stuff my mouth with old fabric and scream until there are no sounds left under my skin.

We turned us into wintergirls, and when she tried to leave, I pulled her back into the snow because I was afraid to be alone.