My first feeling was that there was no way to continue. Writing isn't like math;in math, two plus two always equals four no matter what your mood is like. With writing, the way you feel changes everything.

Could I betray my absent heart to save my pathetic life?

I’ve chosen my life — now I want to start living it.

You’ve got to have a little more confidence in us than that. It’s insulting.

I hate myself for liking you.

Alice is the most… supportive.

I thought you were supposed to be pretending I don’t exist, not irritating me to death.