And I do. I do wonder, I think about it all the time. What it would be like to kill myself. Because I never really know, I still can’t tell the difference, I’m never quite...

I made so many promises when I arrived here.Now I’m not so sure. Now I’m worried. Now my mind is a traitor because my thoughts crawl out of bed every morning with darting eyes and...

I sigh. “I don’t know what’s happening to me.””They’re called hormones.”I shoot him a dirty look. “I’m serious.””Me too.” He cocks his head at me. “That’s like, biological and shit. Scientific. Maybe your lady bits...

I’m oxygen and he’s dying to breathe.

Doubt had married my fear and moved into my mind, where it built castles and ruled kingdoms and reigned over me, bowing my will to its whispers until I was little more than an acquiescing...

we write every day, we fight every day, we think and scheme and dream a little dream every day. manuscripts pile up in the kitchen sink, run-on sentences dangle around our necks. we plant purple...

I peek up at his features, at the crooked grin i want to savor, at the color in his eyes i’d use to paint a million pictures.