I am the ocean. I am the yacht in the middle of the ocean. I am nothing. I am flames.

If I cannot trust myself to love the right person, what can I trust?

Her voice is as casual as a knife in the gut.

Funny, what a freeing thing right is. And how . . . flexible it is. There is all sorts of right available to me now. Before, when I had to choose between Adam and James, I chose the hardest right path. It almost killed me. For now, I’m choosing the easiest right path.

I am very young and very helpless and only one of those is true.

I’m nobody’s girl.

Want and need. Such a fine difference.

I start at the beginning, mentally screaming every obscenity I can in alphabetical order. Then I start setting them to the tune of "Row, Row, Row Your Boat

- "Control what an interesting word for you to be dwelling on"- "I have other words" I scream the F-Word in my head, over and over again.