Daughter of the Deep

by Rick Riordan

I’ve learned that the world doesn’t care what is right for me. I have to make it care.

Top will follow Ester around and look cute. Socrates will come and go as he pleases, eating fish and playing in the ocean. Why do the animals get the best jobs?

“My dear, dying is nothing to be embarrassed about. It happens to everyone.”

For the sake of the crew, I need to be operating at 100 percent. Or at least to pretend that I am.

I wish there was a way to equalize my brain emotionally. I keep getting deeper and deeper. The pressure keeps getting worse. I can’t just pinch my nose and adapt to each new level of misery.

“Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious”

I remember SVT Joshua and G7 Jackson mention this kind of word LOL

lie. I have trouble taking compliments. I tend to assume the other person is just trying to be nice or sparing my feelings.

I’ve fallen into a universe I don’t understand and don’t want to.