Sorry, am I being rude?” she asks.”I’m used to saying whatever is on my mind. Mom used to say that politeness is deception in pretty packaging

Journal writing is a voyage to the interior.

Didn’t you?

Oh, I am. You haven’t experienced fun until you try to fuck in the front seat of a Civic.

Welcome to Arizona, you bastard.

I take my babies rare, and my virgins over easy.

‘Can you be a girl for a few seconds?’ ‘I’m always a girl’ I frown. ‘You know what I mean. Like a silly, annoying girl’ I twirl my hair around my finger. ‘Kay.’

Sun shining. Birds chirping.”She raises an eyebrow at me, as if reminding me that we are in an undergroundtunnel.

The person you became with her is worth being.

You know, there’s a word for big, strong men who attack women, and it’s coward.

It happened. It was awful. You aren’t perfect. That’s all there is. Don’t confuse your grief with guilt.”We stay in the silence and the loneliness of the otherwise empty dormitory for a few more minutes,...

no wonder you left.”Yeah,” i say, rolling my eyes. ” It was just because of the food.