Therefore. Ergo. Erg. Argh. Ugh.

Bruises mapped my body from bumping into tables and tripping over curbs while walking with a book in my hand, my eyes focused on the pages instead of the live space around me.

Tal told me he loved me, and told me and told me, but you don't tell someone that and then tell them they're not experienced enough in bed and should read a book or something to learn, or they should try wearing deep-red lipstick and tight skirts to look hot like their best friend once in a while. If Tal hadn't lied to me when he said he loved me, I might not be without a future right now, a sucker who was so chickenshit she allowed herself to believe a false dream from a false god. I'm not sure I ever even liked Tal, much less loved him.

So this chocolate princess. Her knight in shining armor is the Easter Bunny.

I'm liking that I can throw any kind of sentence at her without worrying it's too out there.

The reward is in the risk.

I feel like there's so much darkness in all of my books.