I'm jealous of her. Can you be jealous of your mom for being able to handle things? I couldn't take a day off, take a dog to the vet, and cook dinner. That's like three times too much stuff for me to get done in one day. How am I ever going to have my own house?

Every tounge bit had another word to say.

And I could have died right then. And considering how things went, I really should have.

Depression starts slow.

Sometimes when you open a book, time stops.

I'm done with those; regrets are an excuse for people who have failed.

I like how you don't hide your problems like everyone else, and I don't have to hide mine when I'm around you.