“ She looked away, trying not to cry. She hated crying, and in public she hated it more. ”
There were no windows in my bedroom, so I had to sit up and read my clock to figure out how angry I should be at my visitor. Eight A.M. I hated whoever woke me up. Had they come an hour earlier, I would have also hated their families and any household pets.
~ Lish Mcbride
And someone, somewhere, was having an even worse time of it than me. I tried to keep that in mind. No matter how crappy your life, someone will probably beat you in the my-life-is-crap category. Not that I don't let myself whine a little now and then, but sometimes it's good to keep your misery in perspective
She whistled when she noticed my back. I assume because of my injuries. I mean, my ass just isn't that spectacular.
Fear, left unchecked, can spread like a virus.
