I mean, to me, freaking out is different. More of a running away, not telling anyone what's wrong, slowly simmering until you burst kind of thing.

I am the middle sister. The one in between. Not oldest, not youngest, not boldest, not nicest. I am the shade of gray, the glass half empty or full, depending on your view. In my life, there has been little that I have done first or better than the one preceding or following me. Of all of us, though, I am the only one who has been broken.

There comes a time in every life when the world gets quiet and the only thing left is your heart.

It took a lot of work to be perfect.

Your past is always your past. Even if you forget it, it remembers you.

Life has a way of disregarding even your best intentions.

I reached up with my finger and traced the scar over my eyebrow, remembering when that was the greatest hurt I'd ever known.