The waves of pain that had only lapped at me before now reared high up and washed over my head, pulling me under. I did not resurface.
Kryptonite doesn’t bother me, either.
I hate myself for liking you.
When life offers you a dream so far beyond any of your expectations, it’s not reasonable to grieve when it comes to an end.
You'd think I was shoving bamboo splinters under your nails. (Alice from Twilight)
Good luck tended to avoid me.