My father is a liar and so am I.
But I’m going to stop. I have to stop.
I will tell you my story and I will tell it straight. No lies, no omissions.
That’s my promise.
This time I truly mean it.
Who’s the bigger liar?
Me or them?
Isn’t lying about love the worst lie? Isn’t that worse than anything I’ve ever done?
Really, according to the shrinks, I am angry at everyone ever. Especially them.
I am all anger and resentment all the time.
Not one of them has ever suggested that maybe I lie because the world is better the way I tell it.
The job of every generation is to discover the flaws of the one that came before it. That's part of growing up, figuring out all the ways your parents and their friends are broken. So pity the first people to reach puberty after a zombie apocalypse, who would have some truly heavy lifting in this department...You become whatever they fear the most. Now THAT'S evolution
Justine LarbalestierA difference in self loathing? Please. The only difference between a gun and a rope is the time it takes to tie the knot.
Justine LarbalestierMots clés dark-humor
I don't think that now: half of everything is something, not nothing. Lots of somethings
Justine LarbalestierI can critique the bad; I can take the good, and I can add whatever I want.
Justine LarbalestierMots clés feminism critical-reading
If you are causing trouble, look for allies, always.
Justine LarbalestierMots clés inspirational feminism sirens
‘Expect the best, but prepare for the worst.’ I'm good at the first part, crap at the second.
Justine LarbalestierWe are all made of broken glass. The school grinds along on grief and anger.
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