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If you don’t get out of this house, you’re going to die in it…
What was the point in fighting my DNA?
didn’t work right in the head, not like other people my age at least.
things might have been different if I had been given a different start in life—a
Being in love with someone hell-bent on self-destructing was such a lonely place to exist.
“I used to think that I wasn’t like him—that I was different, but you can’t change DNA.”
This hereditary weakness handed down to me by the person I hated most in this world would forever eat me alive from the inside out.
How could I justify addiction to someone who had never lived through it?
Because Molloy didn’t know what it felt like to wake up every morning with a strong inclination to attempt suicide.
