The Official Strategy Is Defensive Pessimism, Always.

Don't Confuse Your Grief With Guilt.

We May Both Be Bad, But There’s A Huge Difference Between Us—i’m Not Content With Being This Way.

I Could Never Hurt Him Enough To Make His Betrayal Stop Hurting. And It Hurts, In Every Part Of My Body.

You Know I'm Getting A Little Tired Of Waiting For You To Catch On.

I Look Older. Maybe It's The Short Hair Or Maybe It's Just That I Wear All That Has Happened Like A Mask. Either Way, I Always Thought I Would Be Happy When I Stopped Looking Like A Child. But All I Feel Is A Lump In My Throat. I Am No Longer The Daughter My Parents Knew. They Will Never Know Me As I Am Now.