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So much water. So much land. So many places to disappear.
In truth, boldness in one’s personality and appearance seems futile to me.
Artists are supposed to be inspired by life experiences. That’s what creativity is all about.”
It was the summer camp if you lived in Manhattan and had a bit of money. The place where generations of young women from well-to-do families spent their summers swimming, sailing, gossiping. My mother went there. So did my aunt. At my school, it was known as Camp Rich Bitch.
Lake Midnight was an unsafe place for a summer camp, especially considering that her husband had drowned there the year before Camp Nightingale opened.
Nature heals,
old saying—sometimes the only way out is through.”
Camp Rich Bitch.
Only one of the responses is the absolute truth. What happened to Vivian, Natalie, and Allison wasn’t an accident. I know because I’m the one who caused it. Although their eventual fate remains a mystery, I’m certain that what happened to those girls is all my fault.
Both sides of the road are lined with forest that seems to get thicker and darker the deeper we go.
The forest there is thicker—a dense wall of foliage shimmering in the sunlight, at once inviting and forbidding.
“Go on in. And remember, their bark is worse than their bite.”
“If I cry, it’s because I’ve been put in here with you bitches.”
Yes, boys can break your heart and betray you, but not in the same stinging way girls can.
You won’t believe how crazy some of these bitches get around food.”
“Morning, bitches,” she said to the others. “Sleep well?”
“We had a snorer last year. Sounded like a dying cow.”
“And I’d honestly kill to spend a summer away from some of these sluts.”
“Keep eating like that and next year it’ll be fat camp for you.”
you could learn more about a person from their lies than their truths.
Hot girls read.”
What none of them understand is that the point of the game isn’t to fool others with a lie. The goal is to trick them by telling the truth.
“I always wanted a sister,” I said. “One who could teach me things.” “Like how to shove cotton up your twat each month?”
Never underestimate the power of positive thinking. If you ever experience another hallucination, I want you to touch this bracelet and tell yourself that what you’re seeing isn’t real, that it has no power over you, that you’re stronger than everyone realizes.
Both seem to stare at me as I depart, their blank eyes seeing nothing but knowing everything.
Omnes vulnerant; ultima necat.
All hours wound; the last one kills.
Everything is a game, Em. Whether you know it or not. Which means that sometimes a lie is more than just a lie. Sometimes it’s the only way to win.”
underneath that My Little Pony exterior, I think she might actually be a bitch in training.
That life is hard. That you need to punch it before it punches you.
“Because some girls,” she says, “are just basic bitches.”
I’m stronger than everyone realizes,
Anxiety has knotted my stomach so tight I worry it might never unravel.
And brutal relief. The kind you feel when you learn the whole truth about something. The cheating spouse exposed. An official diagnosis. Having the truth revealed means you can finally start to unburden yourself of it.
