Being honest doesn't mean you say whatever you want, wherever you want. It means that what you choose to say is true.

I get the strange urge to hit my head against the wall. Other people's sobs make me feel uncomfortable.

I laugh, mirthless, a mad laugh. I savor the scowl on her face, the hate in her eyes. She was like a machine; she was cold and emotionless, bound by logic alone. And I broke her.

And I provide much- needed eye candy.

What is wrong with you?' I shake my head. 'Pull it together.' And that's what it feels like: pulling the different parts of me up and in like a shoelace. I feel suffocated, but at least I feel strong.

He moves his thumb in a slow circle over the back of my hand. It is meant to comfort me, but it frustrates me instead. I need to talk to him. I need to look at him.

You look older.” “Yes, well. The passage of time tends to do that to a person.