There were two kinds of people in our town. The stupid, and the stuck.
You couldn't take two roads. And once you were on one, there was no going back.
I am a friend. I have in my possession two thousand assorted buttons, eight hundred keys, and only one friend. Perhaps it is not something you can understand. I have not often been one before. I will be now.
I watched the way they looked at each other. Any idiot could see they were in love, even if they were the only two idiots who couldn't.
There were only two kinds of people in our town. ―The stupid and the stuck- ―The ones who are bound to stay or too dumb to go. Everyone else finds a way out.
Was it worth it? Feeling better for a minute or two, knowing that the cold would still be out there waiting?
The ways I could hurt her and hurt myself. Those two things were intertwined somehow. It's hard to explain, but when you were as closed off as I was the past few months, opening felt as wrong as stripping naked in church.