what, should i write about my trashy family, about the fact that my sister’s a stripper, or my mom is a high school drop out who drinks boxes of wine like it’s water? or about the fact that i lost my virginity when i was thirteen, or the fact that my papa wasn’t around? how about that? oh, i know what i should write about! the fact that up until two years ago i had enough hate in my heart to start a freaking car.
"I know a lot of people dread going to work every morning, but my work is playing pretend and doing stunts and screaming. It's a lot of fun and I get to play dress up. Every day is exciting and different and new and cool. I couldn't be more grateful."
Damon. I know now that there’s living flesh under the layers and layers of stone he’s wrapped around his soul. It’s deeply hidden, but it’s there. If I’m being honest with myself, I have to admit that he touches something deep inside me that makes me shiver - a part of myself even I don’t understand.