Don’t tell me you’re going to eat a mashed-potato sandwich

I'm sick of doing bad things and liking it and then wondering what's wrong with me. I want it to be over. I want to start again.

He touches my face, covering my cheeks with his hands, sliding his fingertips down my neck, fitting his fingers to the slight curve of my hips. I can't stop.

How can you fail a test you aren't allowed to prepare for?

He is strong, and lithe, and certain. And he is mine.

Today you will choose your factions. Until this point you have followed your parents’ paths, your parents’ rules. Today you will find your own path, make your own rules.

The cruelty of fate is that I must travel with the people I hate when the people I love are dead behind me.