Love and hate are practically the same thing.

“Before I knew escape, life was something to be endured, passively. Now I hunger…”

“Are you laughing at me?” I squawk. I laugh, too, my voice sounds so strained. W…”

“Zoe : “I love him so much. How did I not realize this before, the way love grow…”

“I stopped talking to people long before I'd figured out how to.”