"A child is like a houseplant, only needing a few basic things for survival. Food, water, love, and some sunlight. Maybe you assumed she was giving me those things. I suspect you never gave enough shit to provide them to me yourself, so there I was left with crumbs."
"Just leave the wicked bitch of the east Mimsy, and find your happiness again."
"Saying he was cryptic is an insult to the word itself, so I can't even say that."
How can one be so tired after only living for 25 years? It's easy, really. Not even a challenge. What comes to me naturally is what makes me so exhausted. Fibro, PTSD, BPD, anxiety, Major Depressive Disorder. Even just one of those things can tear a person down over the course of a few years.... Continue Reading →
I refused to sleep with him. You might not believe me, but for several months I absolutely refused. I insisted on taking the moral high-ground and refused to cross that line. I can't do that again, I told myself. I can't be the side chick again, I reminded myself. Despite my previous transgressions, I apparently... Continue Reading →
"She chooses her moments carefully, as she knows that her presence could mean the difference of life or death."
"Every relationship I have ever had went from 0-100 in what seemed like seconds."
"After the absolute clusterfuck with Mimsy happened, I was a train wreck. Everyday was a struggle to get out of bed. I just wanted him back in my life, but knew that it probably would never happen."
"Even though I didn't find him attractive, I recognized that he had it together. Also, everyone else thought he was attractive, and damn did he love that."
