But It Was Okay Not To Fit

Life Isn't Fair," Owen Told Her. "get Used To It.

And So We Stood There In The Kitchen, My Mother And I, Facing Off Over Everything That Had Built Up Since June, When I Was Willing To Hand Myself Over Free And Clear. Now I Needed Her To Return It All To Me, With The Faith That I Could Make My Own Way.

Life Shouldn't Be About The Either/or. We're Capable Of More Than That, You Know?

It's Only Advice. Ignore It If You Want.

It's Always Been Hard To Call Myself A Writer. I Think A Part Of Me Still Thinks It's Too Good To Be True.