I kept thinking back to all those nights in Connecticut, when I was out the door as soon as dinner was over, yelling my plans behind me as I headed to my car, ready for my real night to begin—my time with my family just something to get through as ...
Ich finde es überflüssig, mich mit Leuten abzugeben, die später mal keine Rolle mehr in meinem Leben spielen werden.
I tried to shut out the feelings that were hurting my heart with a thousand tiny pinpricks, which was somehow worse that having it broken all at once.
What was the point of trying to run away if people were going to insist on reminding you of what you were running from?
