dialogue prompts from madwoman: a novel by chelsea bieker.
we aren't going to have ice cream at eight in the morning.
why didn't you come to me when it happened? i could have helped.
it's hard to know what i deserve.
we could kiss back here and no one would know.
what else would you never do again, for me?
so, who is [receiver's name]?
i can't wait to have kids.
you look like you've seen a ghost.
saying sorry a bunch of times doesn't change anything. so stop saying it.
something's wrong with me. i need to lie down.
you know what i woke up thinking about?
time passes. every second of every day.
your optimism is a huge liability.
everyone is traumatized. i'm not special.
therapy involves too much honesty.
don't open the door a crack. you never know what might get through.
this world is built on exchanges.
don't worry. don't spend your life worrying.
beauty is a fickle currency.
i had a feeling something would be coming today.
people, most of the time, will try to meet you halfway if you ask. but you only learn that if you ask.
i have love for you, but i don't love you.
stop thinking so much about your own problems, and start seeing yourself as someone people can rely on.
the energy you're putting out is a lot of violence.
are you saying you like me?
i won't make the same mistakes as my _____.
there's no power in pity.
envy is a useful tool. it shows us what we want.
i love you, but i can't take you with me.
how did you know you wanted kids?
you have no idea how young you are.
i want to know what it's like to have a family.
you've always loved to invest in a cause.
it seems like we're supposed to know each other or something.
i figured you'd come around eventually.
i don't have the energy to cheat, even if i wanted to.
you see the tiny details other people miss.
i want to make you proud of me, for once.
true love can be, despite what we're told, a forgetting.
it wasn't easy, letting go. it was a death.
some people will do anything to survive.
i feel like you get me. i feel totally open with you.
they're called 'spirits' for a reason. they invite possession.
it's good to let loose, every now and then.
why do you think you're like this?
there's something inside me. my father had it, too.
i don't like how vague you are with me.
i told you my secret. now tell me yours.
you can't go snooping around in people's things. you know that, right?
let it all out. punch a pillow or something.
you assume people aren't listening to you when you talk.
we're all weird in our own ways.
sometimes you have to live in the mystery.
you say that stuff, but what do you really think?
you can't run away forever.
you're doing your best, and your best is good enough.
all i ever wanted was a normal family.
the only way out is through.
there's no sides. there's only truth.
there's something closed off about you. i can never read you.
my mind is a dangerous neighborhood.
i don't understand murder if there isn't a little suffering involved.
i can tell you were an insufferable child.
it looked like you were praying.
what danger is there in memory?
i've never felt like that again.
i think i just wanted to know i meant something to you.
how are you not completely haunted?
i'm feeling it all for the first time.
i never really let myself grieve.
online, you seem so well-adjusted.
what did you make yourself into?
everything is paid for now. every wrong is right.
let's be together. just for tonight.
why do you think an easy life is a better life?
your spiritual transformation has gone too far.
i didn't know it, either. even though it was happening to me.
i could only see what was happening right in front of me.
i was worried you weren't going to make it home.
what could be safer than death?
what makes you think anyone could understand what i did?
it's like looking right back into the past.
so much for my idea of 'normal'.
it was always rigged against us.
you want life to be tidy.
you have to forgive yourself. you won't survive if you don't.
sometimes it's okay to believe your own stories.