Damaged

I think things that i shouldn't.I dream things that i shouldn't.I want things that i shouldn't and it's all because of one thing-- I do care about you.

Being normal is overrated. Normal gets you what—the dolt husband with the 2.5 kids and the house with the dog? You seriously want that? I mean, one of those kids is going to be really funny looking, by the way, all cut in half like that. Who wants half a kid?

Don’t make me climb across this desk and slap you, because I will.

Bad days call for foods that are bad for your butt.

I'd give up everything for him, but then what? He has no job, I have no money, and we both live in a box. Love sucks.

The thing is, once something bad happens, there’s no way to undo it. There’s no erase button on life

When I met Millie, she was a hugger. She hugged over everything. I didn’t. We came to an agreement that hugs are reserved for prolonged partings and death. That’s it. At least, I thought that was our agreement. It seems like she’s figured out how to steal hugs more frequently. Millie’s turned into a hit and run hugger.

When Peter lets go, he looks down at my arm. The scratches aren't deep. "Did it bite you?" I shake my head and wipe the tears away. Peter is trying so hard not to smile. "What happened? Were you guys fighting over a stall?

Things changed. Maybe I didn't recognize what I felt then, but I do now. I'm a stupid girl who fell in love with her friend, and that's not even the worst part. The worst part is that I'll lose everything if I tell you. This little patch of happiness will wither and die, and it will be all my fault, because I couldn't keep my mouth shut. I'd rather have you as a friend than not at all.

Now that I'm ready to move on, I can't. I can't lose my job. I can't be with you, but I can't be without you. God Sidney tonight was one of the best and worst moments of my life. You said you loved me. You love me..." he smiles sadly and shakes his head. "I love you, too. You brought me back to life. You gave me back my smile. You're everything to me, but I can't do this to you -

I glance at him, wondering what kind of crazy sauce he ate to sit down next to me in here.

I want to get past this. I need to. It's been too long. My life is living me.

He smiles. it nearly breaks my heart. I know that smile. It's a memory that's tainted, something that should have been happy but didn't turn out that way.

I don't know if other people lay down & die when things go wrong or they harden so much they're no longer alive.

It's stupid to rush things when you aren't ready.

I can't speak. I have no voice. I just stare at his dark blue yes. It feels as though I let the lifeboat sail away. I'm drowning in a sea of pain. He reached out, but I can't take his hand.

Well, that's what I'm here for, to save the world from suckage.

Can he tell that I'm fucked up? Can he tell that I've been torn to pieces and put back together again?

Is that code for sex or are we really having coffee?" Peter laughs and feigns shock, putting his hand over his chest. "My God! Is that why all those women at Starbucks keep trying to have coffee with me?

Maybe I'm too jumpy, too untrusting. The thing is, once something bad happens, there's no way to undo it. There's no erase button on life. I can't just click the delete key and start over.

I'm not sure that it's something that can be fixed. There are things like that, ya know? they can get you and you can't be who you were before. It doesn't matter if it's fixed or not.