Heart Bones

by Colleen Hoover

Would I have still turned out to be the same untrusting, skeptical human I’ve become had I experienced more good times than bad? Maybe so. Or maybe not. Sometimes I believe personalities are shaped more by damage than kindness.

It’s hard not to grow bitter when you spend so much time alone. It’s especially hard not to grow bitter at class systems and people with money, because the richer they were, the more it seemed I didn’t exist to them.

I know very little about the pieces that make him up as a whole, but I feel like I know what kind of person all those pieces have made him.