Beg, Borrow, or Steal (When in Rome, #3)

by Sarah Adams

As all good and unbearable perfectionists know, if you want something done right, you mostly have to do it yourself.

Loneliness will make a person do scary things.

And when she found me watching, she told me to find someone someday who will hug me when I’m sad and then help me look on the bright side of things when all I can see is the dark.

No one needs me. And when they don’t need me, they don’t come around anymore either because I am a utility sponge. I am useful. And if I’m no use to someone anymore, they throw me under the sink.

It’s important to interrogate where our words are coming from. When we write, we are putting our own thoughts and feelings down, yes, but also wearing someone else’s skin for a time.”

“You are not alone, Emily. I would walk through my worst memories to get to you every single time.”

“Good. Life can be a little shit sometimes. But shit also makes great fertilizer.” She pats the back of my hand that’s holding hers. “Grow from your experiences, don’t let them smother the light out of you.”