Blank-slate friendships were thin and temperamental. She knew that. There was no history there to cement people together, for better or worse.

Memories, even hard memories, grew soft like peaches as they grow older.

But surprises were nothing new to her. Like opening a can of mushroom soup and finding tomato instead; be grateful and eat it anyway.

Men. You can't live with them, you can't shoot them.

When you're happy for yourself, it fills you. When you're happy for someone else, it pours over.

Blank-slate friendships were thin and temperamental. She knew that. There was no history there to cement people together, for better or worse.

I lost myself trying to find happiness in things that didn't love me back.