When you're alone, it's easier," she said a little wistfully. "You can do what you want. You don't have to go home.
You don't want to peak in high school. If you do, the rest of your life is a disaster.
All those men who end up disappointing you. After a while, you don't even want to have feelings anymore. You just want to get on with your life.
It's always the people who don't want things who get them.
- I don't want to be a writer so I can write about my life. I want to be a writer to escape from it. + Then you shouldn't be a writer.
If a woman could take care of herself, would she still need a man? Would she even want one? And if she didn't want a man, what kind of woman would she be? Would she even be a woman? Because it seemed if you were a woman, the only thing you were really supposed to want was a man.
The heart wants what the heart wants
maybe he's falling in love with the idea of falling in love with me. Maybe he wants to be in love with someone and I've ended up in the right place at the right time.
I can't wait to get out of the house. I can't wait to get out of here. I've been telling myself this all week. The 'getting out of here' part is unspecified, though. Maybe I simply want to get away from life
I can safely conclude that we are single because we want to be.
The heart wants what the heart wants," she says, somewhat cryptically. I purse my lips in disapproval. "You'd think the heart would know better.