It's such a silly little thing, the heart.
Misfortune is no excuse for cruelty.
That's all I can do. I'll keep at it and hope it gets better.
And that was the closest I've ever come to an epiphany.
I wasn’t gifted. Mom was wrong. I was just smart and I worked hard. I had fooled myself into thinking that was something important to the rest of the world. Other people were complicit in this ruse. Nobody had told me I was common.
People are screwed up in this world. I'd rather be with someone screwed up and open about it than somebody perfect and ready to explode.