Invaded

I know how humans love. Their passion burns like a lump of sugar – quick and hot. And when the fire dies, they seek a new flame. They chase sparks instead of collecting the warmth of old embers.

You'll feel better after a new pair of jeans and a triple fudge meltdown. And if that doesn't work, we'll watch Magic Mike." Cara laughed as tears welled in her eyes. "Let's hope it doesn't come to that.

It's like our whole culture is based on frivolity, and I never noticed before." -Cara

She wanted to be a normal teenager again, to go to college and spend her nights reading and studying and watching Doctor Who reruns.

When you preach hatred, how do you expect your followers to respond?

I've always wanted to be a journalist, but what am I going to do? Write articles about which movie star had the fat sucked from her ass and injected into her face? Which professional athlete just confessed to shooting steroids? The last celebrity baby names?" Cara lowered both brows in frustration. "Who cares?

Just because you change girlfriends before your gum loses flavor doesn't mean my relationship is doomed to fail.