Below Zero (The STEMinist Novellas, #3)

by Ali Hazelwood

I had this feeling, my entire life, that I was never going to be enough. I internalized pretty early that I was never going to be as good, as smart, as lovable, as wanted as my perfect older brother

Dude. Spot on.

I wanted to stop feeling as though I were rotting in my own aimlessness, and I wanted my head to stop spinning all the time.

I was confronted with the unbearable turmoil that comes with trying your best and realizing that sometimes it simply isn’t enough.

:')

I’m positive that I made my way here through sheer brute force, but does it matter? Nope. Not even a little bit.

I did not come here to make friends, but hurt my weird Cheez-It friend or my other weird soccer friend and I will beat you up with a lead pipe

That I’ve long since realized that the longer people are with me, the more likely they are to find out that I’m not as smart as they think, as pretty, as funny?

I def feel this way

At least the cranky bitch inside my heart is holding strong.

That’s what I wanted to avoid: the male, awkward, ego-wounded reaction I was sure Ian would have.

Except that those two lonely tears have opened the floodgates.

Something within me rejects being known, because being known means being rejected.

hannah arroyo, it says. And underneath: who almost died and didn’t even tell us. also, she always forgets to replace the toilet paper roll. what a little shit.

THIS IS SO FUNNY