I’m not proud of how I got us here, but I’m proud I got us here.

I never said I was a good person.

Are you asking me how to give a blow job? After you just yelled at me for not being a fit mother?

Having your mom as your best friend is not all it’s cracked up to be.

Am I too old to hide under the bed? I’m stuck in the storm but the storm’s in my head.

I become the monster I was born from.

I can’t believe someone like you came from someone like me.

I call it glitter magic. Add a little sparkle to anything, and no one will see the ugly underneath.

You’re such a force. You take up a lot of space. And sometimes I feel like there’s not always room for me.

I don’t want to be like her. I don’t want to be a force.

I think your vulnerability might just be your superpower.

Her love for us is what moves her through the world. It’s moved mountains. It’s kept us safe. It’s protected us.

Once you’re happy, you have so much more to lose.

Seeing her strength, her heart. She thinks I’m the strong one, but she has no idea how delicate it all is.