Damien,” Shaunee said. “Again you are getting on my damn—”

—last nerve with your unending vocab bullshit,” Erin finished for her.

I don’t want any of this. I just want to be what I was before you showed up here and all hell broke loose. I want to be popular and dating the hottest guy in school. Now I’m none of those things, and I’m a human who has scary visions and don’t know what to do about any of it.

When I did finally speak, I surprised myself by saying exactly what was on my mind.
“You must hate me.”
She stared a long time at me.
I did,” she said slowly, “But it’s mostly myself I hate.”
Don’t,” I said.
And why the hell shouldn’t I hate myself? Everybody else hates me.

cats choose us; we don't own them

Oh my God, I used to get heartburn and all sorts of indigestion and stuff because I didn't feel well. And you know, I sit a lot because I write, and I gained a whole bunch of weight. My vanity just got to me, and I was like, 'I've got to do something!'

I am unique, a sheep, intimidating, scared, powerful, beautiful, flawed, and perfect in the same moment.