Hate List

by Jennifer Brown

Because not having a clue who you are hurts way too much. And one thing I did know for sure: I was tired of hurting.

“It’s like, you know, even if the whole world hates you, you still have someone to rely on. Just the two of you against the whole world. Just us.”

“Life isn’t fair. A fair’s a place where you eat corn dogs and ride the Ferris wheel.”

“One’s my favorite number,” Bea giggled. “The word won being the past tense of win, and we can all say at the end of the day that we’ve won once again, can’t we? Some days making it to the end of the day is quite the victory.”

“Just like there’s always time for pain, there’s always time for healing.

You may not have pulled the trigger, but you helped cause the tragedy.”

I knew what she was thinking: Being pretty isn’t everything, but sometimes being ugly is.

I liked the feeling of it. For once the future seemed heavier than the past.

Beneath the struggle there would always be that basic love, that safe place to come home to.

We all got to be winners sometimes. But what he didn’t understand was that we all had to be losers, too. Because you can’t have one without the other.