Perhaps a mind's only fine when it pretends. Must be why it always begins again.

Imagine saying no until it excites you; 'til it bores you. Imagine saying no until you can't imagine wasting you breath on the syllable.

I’ve never much identified with sad. I’ve been hurt and torn and scared. Flippant, anxious, wary. I’ve known the sting of betrayal’s...

I repeat, YOU CANNOT COPARENT WITH A NARCISSIST. But you can do this instead.

Learning who and what and how to love is a messy, messy process. But the heartaches and mistakes, if learned from, will better you.