If I Propose, You'll Know It. For

I Went To Bed Feeling Melancholy, Wishing I Could Have Poured Out All My Fears And Insecurities To My Mom. Wasn’t That What Normal Mothers And Daughters Did?

For A Moment, I Was Captivated As I Studied Them Side By Side. My Mother: The Perfect Picture Of Guardian Excellence And Decorum. My Father: Always Capable Of Achieving His Goals, No Matter How Twisted The Means. Uneasily, I Began To Understand How I’d Inherited My Bizarre Personality.

Don't Worry, I Won't Bite. At Least Not In The Way You're Afraid Of.

Not Me. Give Me Honesty Anytime.

So,” I Said At Last, Staring At My Hands. “how’s, Uh, Your Car?” “i Left It Out On The Street. Figured It’ll Be Fine There While I’m Gone.