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I’ve tried to convince myself that life exists after love. And maybe it does, for others, but life hasn’t been so kind to me.
I’ve been played. I let them in. I let them use me. I convinced myself it was real. That they cared. I thought it was love. But I was a game to them. They
“For myself, move on. To them? I don’t know. Maybe nothing. But revenge is a dish best served cold.
“As you should,” Mom chimes in, “but just know, the picture in your head might not match your reality.
Sometimes the best revenge is piquing the curiosity of those who fucked you and moving