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“Dear God, do old scars ever stop hurting?”

“It’s funny. I still feel like a little girl . I’m still looking around to check and see what other people are doing to make sure I’m not completely different; I’m still looking around for help, hoping for a quick nudge and a whisper of advice. But I can’t seem to be able to catch anybody’s eye. Nobody else around me seems to be looking around and wondering what to do. Why is it that I feel like I’m the only person who is confused and concerned about the choices I’ve made and where I’m headed?”

“Truth only means something when it’s hard to admit.”

“…She had wild eyes, slightly insane. She also carried an overload of compassion that was real enough and which obviously cost her something.”

“I want you. I want us. I want it all. With you. Only you.”

““Lust is Saturday night; love is Sunday morning.””