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The thing about anger was this: you could argue and reason with it all you liked, but it was like a drug coursing through your veins. It was almost impossible to relinquish. It made you feel righteous, and it made you feel strong, and at the end of the day there was nothing worse than feeling unjustified and weak instead.
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I walked the road to hell, and I lived there for a time, but I’m not going to be another broken girl you have to take care of. You’re a fixer. But you don’t need to fix me. I mean it, Felix. I already fixed myself a long time ago.”
can't fix me
