My Dark Self (My ... Self, #1)

by Jessica Huntley

Everyone has thoughts they keep inside that only they know about and would never say aloud, but Alicia isn’t merely my own thoughts and feelings: she’s something else, something … different.

so from the outside, I’m perfectly normal, but on the inside … oh boy, I'm fucked up.

Animals are the best, aren’t they? Who doesn’t love animals? Idiots and crazy people, that’s who.

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Dogs are one of those wonderful things that make the world a better place.

I remember sleeping with it night after night until I was about ten and then I decided one day I didn’t need it anymore. Isn’t that sad? The way children just grow out of needing things one day.

I quickly learned that to fit in you had to wear a mega short dress and get drunk at least five times a week).

To survive one must evolve. That is how it is, how it was and how it will always be.

I never understand why people put labels on clear jars. You can clearly see that is pasta and rice, like you would suddenly forget.

foetus in fetu.

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should be explained

I've always wanted to know the ins and outs of everything (in case you didn't know that already). I feel incomplete and lost if I have unanswered questions floating around in my head.

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Peter eyes me up and down, as if scanning me for a malfunction.

I can tell our relationship is strained so I do not waste any more time attempting to comfort her.

No person should have to depend on the acceptance of another.

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