There were never going to be any happy endings for me. I know that now. But that is all right.

With him everything is a test, affection is measured, that given weighed against that which has been received, and the balance, more often than not, disappointing him.

There are memories I a better off without. Things better lost forever.

Do you trust me? The question is usually asked before an admission that such trust is misplaced.

I am an adult, but a damaged one.

It's so difficult, isn't it? To see what's going on when you're in the absolute middle of something? It's only with hindsight we can see things for what they are.

‎"Is it possible to both want and not want something at the same time? For desire to ride with fear?