I would have done the same thing I did. I would have put all my energy into loving someone that wasn't you. I would have tried in vain, every day, to not think about you, and what could have been. Wha...
I totally remember what it felt like to be so full. Full of what? I don't know. Full of promise, full of dreams, full of shit. Mostly just full of yourself. So full you're bursting. And then you get o...
I sift through the jumble of emotions she evokes in me, trying exactly to isolate what it is I feel for her, which is like untying a severely knotted rope, where all you end up with is more knots in a...
I loved her for the way she embraced the unknown, how she opened herself up to every experience. When I was with her, she opened me up, too, stirred my passion and heightened my every sensation. Which...
I don’t think any of us really knows how to knock someone out, Chuck said thoughtfully. You knock someone out with a blow to the head, its got to be a hard one, and nine out of ten times the victim wi...
He shakes his head and grimaces. I need to get my own place, like, yesterday. So why don’t you? He taps his head. Brain injury. There are things I can’t do. Like what? Like remembering what the fuck i...
Fate already warned us to pack it in. We just didn’t hear it in time.
Elmsbrook is the perfect town for a serial killer, and I mean that in the best possible way.
Don’t you ever worry about the future? I asked. Jack shrugged. This is the future, he said.
Dad didn’t believe in God, but he was a lifelong member of the Church of Shit or Get Off the Can. So his actual death itself was less an event than a final sad detail.
Bugs, Thumper, Roger, Peter, Velveteen. I name them after their storied counterparts and then I try my best to brain them. Because they remind me of where I am, marooned out here in this life I never...
And there's a special place in shiva hell reserved for men in sandals, their cracked, hardened toenails, dark with fungus, proudly on display.
And someday soon, I’ll rest in peace. But till that day does come, I’ll rest in pieces.
And ice-cream cones,' she says. 'What is it with you and ice-cream cones?'He licks around the edge of his cone as he considers the question. 'I guess no one ever eats an ice-cream cone at a funeral, o...
But that's one of the questions I've learned not to ask, because I'll get that condescending look all parents reserve for non-parents, to remind you that you're not yet a complete person.
Back (thank god for office accessorizing, the last playground of the reluctant adult).
Anger you have locked up in you, and that’s healthy. I just think you could be a little more judicious
You're terrified of being alone. Anything you do now will be motivated by that fear. You have to stop worrying about finding love again. It will come when it comes. Get comfortable with being alone. I...
You still go to therapy?Nah. I gave up years ago.Mental health isn't for everyone.
When did being right become worthless, and being at fault irrelevant?