Maybe I’d grow a garden of weeds.
He was born to be lonely, that’s what he knew for certain.
Because every morning you have to wake up and be you.
You're sexist. I'm so sick of liberal lefty men practicing sexual discrimination under the guise of protecting women against sexual discrimination.
There’s no ‘When Your Wife Goes Missing 101.
That is the correct grammar, you know: her husband and me.
She was humming something melancholy and familiar. I strained to make it out—a folk song? a lullabye?—and then realized it was the theme to M*A*S*H. Suicide is painless. I went downstairs.
Serve as the Find Amy Dunne
What a pure way to die.
This was my eleventh lie.
Stunned children stood in the middle of grubby yards.
Nothing to it but to do it.
I have a meanness inside me, real as an organ.
I am overachieving at aimlessness, I am a type-A, alpha-girl lollygagger, the leader of a gang of heartbroken kids, running wild across this lonely strip of amusements, each of us smarting from the be...
Tomboy. I’m actually
The children in the woods play wild, secret games.
The Days were a clan that mighta lived longBut Ben Day’s head got screwed on wrongThat boy craved dark Satan’s powerSo he killed his family in one nasty hourLittle Michelle he strangled in the nightTh...
Sometimes my scars have a mind of their own.
Nick and I fit together. I am a little too much, and he is a little too little. I am a thornbush, bristling from the overattention of my parents, and he is a man of a million little fatherly stab woun...
Lately, I've been leaning towards kindness.- Camille Preaker