She was becoming sad. There is no joy involved in following others' expectations of yourself

She was becoming sad. There is no joy involved in following others' expectations of yourself

It was the first time that we had sort of articulated our major problem. She wanted to die and I wanted her to live and we were enemies who loved each other.

Is it wrong to trust in a beautiful lie if it helps you get through life?

But whatever, we descendants of the Girl Line may not have wealth and proper windows in our drafty homes but at least we have rage and we will build empires with that, gentlemen.

A few weeks ago my uncle came over to borrow my dad's socket set and when he asked my dad how he was my dad said oh unexceptional. Living quietly with my disappointments. And how are you

It's raining questions around here. A person could drown in them.