Hand off my ass or I'll rip off your balls.

Abby grips the passenger door. “I’m going to be sick.”
“Throw up in my car, and that will be the last thing you ever do.

The boy I thought was my boyfriend pushed me to the ground. He took my clothes off, and I lay there with no body to speak of, just a flat board of skin and girl bones.

Depth perception and beer obviously weren't related.

Forgiveness can be very hard, but not impossible....each victim/survivor in their own way and time can forgive, and the forgiveness is really more for the victim/survivor that it is for the abuser.

Yesterday Allison bought me nail polish in the annoying shade of mauve. How can anyone look at me and think mauve?