Oppressive bastards, think they own the place. I told them that karma's going to kick their asses.

Bologna girl, that's me.

It was like looking at a knot, knowing it was a knot, but not knowing how to untie it. I had no map for this life.

Cutting pain was a different flavor of hurt. It made it easier not to think about having my body and my family and my life stolen, made it easier not to care... -Wintergirls

It had been a good day, all things considered. I had managed rather well on my own. I opened Grandfather's Bible. This is what it would be like when I had my own shop, or when I traveled abroad. I would always read before sleeping. One day, I'd be so rich I would have a library full of novel to choose from. But I would always end the evening with a Bible passage.

Sometimes being an adult means doing the right thing, even if it's not what you want.

If I run or breathe too deep, the cheap stitches holding me together will snap, and all the stickiness inside will pour out and burn through the concrete.