There is always somthing to learn, always somthing that is important to understand

You know what mom told me once? She said that everyone has some evil inside them, and the first step to loving anyone is to recognize the same evil in ourselves, so we're able to forgive them.

I wish we were alone,” he says. “I almost always wish that,” I say.

That quality frightens me now, because I know what he told me: that I was broken, that I was worthless, that I was nothing. How many of those things did he make me believe?

Before we sit down, he puts his mouth next to my ear and says, “I like your hair that way.

She smiles.Her teeth are crooked. If I knocked them out,I might be doing her a favor.

Maybe it's a little depressing to think that my vision of a perfect world is actually so messed up, but I think it means that I don't really understand what 'perfect' is.