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To all of us with ADHD who live in what I like to call organized chaos that only makes sense to us, between two times: not right now and RIGHT NOW, hyperfixation, and jump from hobby to hobby… And to finding the right person who sees you, supports you, and takes excellent care of your praise kink.
What is it about the end of the year that seems to make everything fall apart? The rest of the time I feel like I have everything under control, then as soon as September hits an impending sense of anxiety builds a cozy little cabin in my chest. By the time it’s November I realize no, in fact, I don’t have it together and I’m out of time to change that.
First, I managed to leave for work without the emotional support water bottle I take everywhere.
It’ll bruise, though I’m used to how often I give myself minor injuries like this. At least this one won’t be like the mystery ones I find that leave me wondering what I clumsily stumbled into and when. Terrible depth perception is just one of the super powers granted to me by my ADHD.
Shawn: I’ve been thinking for a while. We keep going through the same cycle. We can’t keep doing this. It’s time we both grow up and let what we had go. We’re not in college anymore. I want to be able to put Heston Lake behind me and you’re what’s holding me back from getting out of this tiny ass town. I need to end this. It’s what’s best for both of us. We’re over. This time it’s for good. You don’t have to say anything. Leave your key in my mailbox. Good luck.
Lusting after the head coach’s daughter is top of the list of Things Not To Do.
Was she always this much of a temptation? Her laughter and smiles made my chest feel funny, but now whenever she’s around it’s like she’s the sun in the room. And I’m a planet that doesn’t know how to fight the pull of her orbit. She’s all I’m able to look at.
“No. I’m not dragging anyone down. If you felt like that when we were together, that was all your own doing, you absolutely pathetic piece of work. You don’t have a leg to stand on. I know what you did.”
“You broke up with me so you could move your other girlfriend in.” A hollow laugh leaves me at his caught out expression. I narrow my eyes. “Yeah, I know you were cheating on me. Is that why you wrote out that wall of text explaining why you were breaking up with me out of the blue? Was I in the way? Did it take you all day to draft so you had it ready to send me at a moment’s notice?”
“It doesn’t matter because I’m not sitting up pining after you. Have a long, boring, terrible fucking life, Shawn. I’m glad I don’t have to be in it anymore because you’re a miserable person and a really shitty partner. A soul-suck. A gloomy poison that infects everyone around you until you eat away at their light and creativity and energy because all you know how to do is take.”
“I’m the gift that keeps on giving…you head.”
anxiety-before-sleep memory rotation if I don’t live at home.

