I Always Have A Goal, Even If

I Had Stepped Into His Arms, Showing Him My Raw, Broken Heart.

But It Was Okay Not To Fit In Everywhere, As Long As You Did Somewhere.

But She Wouldn't. I Knew That Already. My Mother And I Had An Understanding: We Worked Together To Be As Much In Control Of Our Shared World As Possible. I Was Suposed To Be Her Other Half, Carrying My Share Of The Weight. In The Last Few Weeks, I'd Tried To Shed It, And Doing So Sent Everything Off Kilter. So Of Course She Would Pull Me Tighter, Keeping Me In My Place, Because Doing So Meant She Would Always Be Sure, Somehow, Of Her Own.

It Took A Lot Of Work To Be Perfect. If You Didn’t Want To Break A Sweat, There Was No Point In Even Bothering.

I Bet You Can't Eat Ten Bananas!" "i Bet You're Right.