Sketchy black van? Weird stalking of my house? What are you going to do next, offer me some candy?
Keeping secrets isn't my specialty.
All of them are the same type; girls with overprocessed hair and too much makeup and way too much access to Daddy’s credit cards. Girls who, if you took away the designer labels, hair dye and cover-up, wouldn’t be more than average-looking, but with all that stuff look too plastic to be pretty.
It's so stupid because all I wanted was space and now that I have it, there's this part of me that's achingly lonely I could die.
That hate is easy, but sometimes love is easy too.
I'm an expert at finding out secrets, but keeping them- especially a secret of this magnitude - is something else.
Hate is... It's too easy. Love. Love takes courage.
I guess that’s the thing about riding on cloud nine—it can’t last forever. And that particular fall was hard and fast.
I’m still the same Chelsea Knot. Bow down, bitches.
Whatever you decide, don't let it be because you don't think you have a choice.