The Way I Used to Be (The Way I Used to Be, #1)

by Amber Smith

And I really wonder how people get to be normal like this. How they just seem to know what to say and do, automatically.

Why do I feel like, sometimes, I have no one in the entire world who knows me in even the slightest, most insignificant way?

All you have to do is act like you’re normal and okay, and people start treating you that way.

And I’m terrified he’ll see through the tough iceberg layer, and he’ll discover not a soft, sweet girl, but an ugly fucking disaster underneath.

The plan was to get better, to feel better, by any means. But I don’t feel better, I feel empty, empty and broken, still.

Would anyone care? Would anyone even fucking notice? What if one day I just wasn’t here anymore? What if one day it all just stopped? What if? What if? What if?

He needed to make her feel worthless, needed to control her, needed to hurt her, needed to leave her powerless.

five minutes is forever. Five minutes is the rest of your entire fucking stupid life.

All these maybes swimming around my head make me think that “maybe” could just be another word for hope.