Some Girls Are

Write it down today, put it away, make sense of it tomorrow.

You only get to walk variations of the same lines everyone has already drawn for you.

I wonder if, even after all of this, he understands how fragile good things are in my hands and how many times they've been taken away from me.

I'm not afraid to be alone like you are.

Time passes too quickly when you're getting ready to do something you don't want to do.

There's always this one girl. She's desperate and she's weird and she's jealous, and you're stuck with her, no matter how hard you try to get her off your back. Just throw some really fucked-up self-esteem issues into the mix and you have Kara.

A whole world exists outside of that hellhole.

I'm struck by how amazing it is and how sad that makes me, because I've never seen that. He's not like that around me. The way his mouth quirks and lights up his eyes. He should smile more often. It's so innocent.

Funny how the last thing we want the world to see is almost the first thing to show.

The repeat is always the killer. Everything inside you goes into saying the word once, but sorry is the kind of word the person you say it to always wants to hear twice.

I think some girls are just fucked up.

Tell Liz,' I say, 'the mean girl totally got what she deserved in the end.

Yeah, totally. I punch myself in the arms a lot. It's a real problem.

I close my eyes and lean my head against the seat, and the word fuck just repeats itself over and over in my head, because fuck.

I couldn't talk him out of you.

Because I meant it. But I'm not a good person and I'll never be a good person, so who cares if I meant it, right?

I spot a fly floating on the surface of the water, its little legs pumping madly as it fights to keep itself afloat. I know that feeling.

In high school, you don't get to change. You only get to walk variations of the same lines everyone has already drawn for you.

People have to live with things they don't want to live with all the time, but—how?