But How Do We Even Get To

She Looked At Me, Like She Was Drinking In The Fact That I Was Still Here. And I Realized I Was Doing The Same Thing. The World Was Collapsing, And The Only Thing That Really Mattered To Me Was That She Was Alive.

Don't Stay In One Place Too Long. It Was The Only Way To Stay Ahead Of The Sadness.

If My Mom Told One More Story About How Cute I Looked In The Bathtub When I Was Three Years Old I Was Going To Burrow Into The Snow And Freeze Myself To Death.

My Sister, With Her Ratty Red-highlighted Hair And Her Linen Pajamas And Her Combat Boots—how Could She Possibly Worry About Being Possessed By A Goddess? What Goddess Would Want Her, Except The Goddess Of Chewing Gum?

Deadlines Just Aren't Real To Me Until I'm Staring One In The Face.