I'm not Bonnie™ or Chloe. I'm the essence of her, the nontrademarked person the camera can never capture and my parents have no right to sign over. There is a sovereign nation encased in this skin tha...
Even Mom doesn't understand how being in front of a camera all the time twists and warps you. How one second it makes you feel unbelievably alive and the next publicly strips you down until all that's...
The past is past. You tried to kill yourself. So what? I humped a couch in season twelve. We all have our skeletons.
If my sister were a character in a Victorian drama, she would be the snobbish rich girl with a penchant for talking shit about everyone behind their fan.
You can't screw up your own suicide and then expect the universe to give you presents wrapped in the skin of a wonderful boy. That's just not the way it works.
He looks like the kind of boy who would jump trains, strum guitars, and pass a joint.
Somehow, the pain and rage and confusion of the past eighteen years dissolves until all that is left is this one perfect moment; unscripted, unedited, it's ours and ours alone.
This night felt like a last hurrah, like we could blaze our brightest, at the apex of our insane adolescence. This was our Mardi Gras before the dark days of Lent.
This, I think, is a little glimpse of what life could be like without my family. Home could be a place of laughter and love, a refuge. I'm filled with a terrifying weightlessness, like I've jumped off...
I don't like seeing myself on camera." But that's not it--that sounds shallow, like I'm worried I'll look fat or something. "It's like somebody is walking on my grave. TV immortalizes you. The episode...
Hate is a lot like love. It's warm and fills you up until every part of you is tingling to release it.
Though the heart may be cracked wide, pain can still seep in.
And on bad days, when his aura of sadness blazed like an alarm he couldn’t turn off, I felt like I was doing everything wrong.
Nothing in life is permanent. All of it will eventually disappear…Maybe we’re supposed to know that…accept it, and live our lives differently because of it. Rearrange our priorities based on the finit...
I hadn't yet come to terms with the man my father was, or the lives he'd destroyed. But I accepted that he was part of me, and that he'd loved me once.
You don't know the art of eating ice cream." I mumbled."And what's that?" He said sarcastically."That is, to enjoy every single spoonful, lick it thrice to completely clean it off, then take another s...
Red glowing eyes... No one could see her. No one could hear her. No one was coming to save her. Because Death had come sooner than expected.
See, I didn’t turn into a monster. You’re safe here with me, Daisy. I control that part because I don’t allow it like he does.
The air between them began to settle into a silence. Awkward, yet softly exciting. Like an unexpected snow day.
The truth is, time marches on and you have two choices: You move forward, come what may, and you experience all the sour and sweet things that fly at you from around corners, or you sit still. Don't s...
