“ GEN: What you are doesn’t matter to me. Who you are does. ”
This life required scars,...Some were on the outside, and some they carried on the inside. But scars weren’t shameful. They meant survival. They meant putting in work. They meant sticking around and getting through the hard stuff just on the chance that things could get better.
~ T.s. Joyce
LEXI: I’d settled for this awful existence because I’d convinced myself it was better than being alone....But it’s not.
BLAIR: My mom got hit a few times by my dad before she threw him out.......I hated him for what he did because I knew the pain she felt in her face was nothing compared to the pain and distrust that would be in her heart for a long time.......
WINTER: Because I guess I like the idea that maybe someday I can find my place, you know? My niche. Somewhere people will keep me.
