I walked over, my eyes scanning Luna Blu, my house, and Dave's. But it was the building behind them, that empty hotel, that had the tiniest light, provided by one word, written in fluorescent paint. Maybe it wasn't what was once there, in real life. But in this one, it said it all: STAY.

Just like that, with one phone call, she was a daughter again.

Grieving doesn't make you imperfect. It makes you human.

She tried to be someone people liked. She tried to be someone people disliked. But all I became was someone who didn't succeed with anything I tried to be.

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

You bought me some forks. And knives. And spoons. Because you love me!

It's so, so stupid what we do to ourselves because we're afraid. It's so stupid.