That's the ultimate kind of broken. The kind of damage you never recover from.
He looked exactly like a rat. Like the human being version of a rat. Like the villain in a Don Bluth movie.
People tend to pair off that way, Cath thought, in matched sets.
I'd rather be broken than wasted.
Why are you lying awake, thinking that you're a terrible person? To keep my mind occupied when I can't sleep. Some people count sheep. I self-loathe.
I want someone whose heart is big enough to hold me.