All the bitchy girls in the world are just a training ground for what men can do to you.

There's a kind of radar that you get, after years of being talked about and made fun of by other people. You can almost smell it when it's about to happen, can recognize instantly the sound of a hushed voice, lowered just enough to make whatever is said okay. I had only been in Colby for a few weeks. But I had not forgotten.

All you could do was take on as much weight as you can bear. And if you're lucky, there's someone close enough by to shoulder the rest.

I was heading off to my new world. But I was taking a part of my past, and the future, along with me for the ride.

The health of the people I love is all that really matters in this world. Period.

But God!Who could live like this , anyway, with the kind of guesswork that was enough to make a person crazy, just sailing along, taking bumps here and there, no course navigated whatsoever, with any big wave capable of just tipping and sinking you entirely. IT was madness, stipidity, and- (then I saw him)

I wanted to be somewhere else ... Someplace where the sight of me sobbing would tie me to no one and no one to me.