Yes, heaven forbid I not be protected from tanks.

So… um… what’s the, er, date? You know, the due date for the little monster.

When I was 8, I was reading 'Gone with the Wind' and 'Pride and Prejudice' and all that, not knowing it wasn't my reading level.

I was consumed by the mystery Edward presented. And more than a little obsessed by Edward himself. Stupid, stupid, stupid. I wasn't as eager to escape Forks as I should be, as any normal, sane person would be.

I was perfect- not healed, but as if there had never been a wound in the first place

After all, how many ways can one heart be mangled and still be expected to keep beating?

Do you have a multiple personality disorder?