It felt as if she were bleeding - but it wasn't blood that leaked out of her, not something that could be easily transfused. Instead she was losing her dreams.
So now books were her only friends. She'd read so often she could recite whole scenes by memory. It was not a skill that aided one in becoming popular.
To make real friends you have to put yourself out there. Sometimes people will let you down, but you can't let that stop you. If you get hurt, you just pick yourself up, dust off your feelings, and try again.
Do you love him?" How would I know?" You'd know.
She hadn't realized how much she'd needed a dream, but it had transformed her, changed her from poor motherless and abandoned Tully to a girl poised to take on the world. The goal made her life story unimportant, gave her something to reach for, to h...
This is the problem with forever friends. They know too much.
And before you barrel through some idiotic Cosmo girl list of how-well-do-you-know-your-man questions, let me say that I don't know squat about him except that he kisses like a god and screws like a devil.
This time I really am going to light the world on fire,' she said, laughing. 'I finally have a fucking match.
That was the thing about best friends. Like sisters and mothers, they could piss you off and make you cry and break your heart, but in the end, when the chips were down, they were there, making you laugh even in your darkest hours.
She knew this pain would fade again; like a sunburn, it would heal itself and leave her slightly more protected from the glare.
. . .you sounded frustrated and pissed off and amazingly happy
but that shadow self of hers wasn't so sure. The ugly, toxic thought was smaller than a drop of blood, yet it poisoned the entire stream.
