Burning Eyes and a Pretty Mouth

"Choices, numberless as grains of sand, had layered and compressed, coalescing into sediment, then into rock, until all was set in stone."

You can miss a person every day, and still be glad that they are no longer in your life.

Sitting across from me is my father, and as I look into his worn face it hits me, a truth so powerful I don't know why I've never understood it before. The truth is this: that I am not a good daughter. I am a traitor, a wolf among sheep; there is something different about me and that difference I want to bellow, to weep into my father's knees and promise never to do it again. But wolf that I am, I am still above lying, and anyway he would sniff the lie. I am not sorry, merely ashamed.

Me: I only want to live in a big city for the rest of my life, I hate feeling constricted.

“I think she’ll be just fine. She’s strong. This world can’t beat her.”

“You did this to me. And I did it to myself. And now… I’m done doing it.”