"A person is never as quiet or unrestrained as they seem. Or as good, as bad, as vulnerable, as strong, or as sweet. We are thickly layered, page by page, behind simple covers. And love - it is not the book itself, but the binding. It can either rip us apart or hold us together."
Oh no. Not again, please. It has been MONTHS. I don't remember going through it for months and now don't tell me we're gonna go through it all again, the sick, pathetic cycle. I am mortified.