Levi was smiling. He kicked her chair again.
Smiling is confusing, she thought. This is why I dont do it
Why do I write?
To be somewhere else
To get free of ourselves
To stop being anything or anywhere at all
You looked like the girl I loved.
Because being assaulted with maxi pads is a great way to win friends and influence people.
Eleanor had never thought about killing herself – ever – but she thought a lot about stopping.
You are very kind,” he said. “Very wrong, but very kind.
I always knew he was selfish and self-indulgent and kind of lazy; those are practically prerequisites for playing lead guitar.
Not this in-between thing that Levi had, where his brain could catch the words but couldn’t hold on to them.
Only whack jobs apply for the night shift