One of Us Is Dead

by Jeneva Rose

She was a forgive-and-forget kind of person. I, on the other hand, always believed there was another option on the table. Forgive, forget, or fucking never let it go.

Olivia and I were in our midthirties; we had to save our calories for our wine.

Preach

Fear makes people crazy. Insecurity makes them crazier.

I no longer know who I am, because sometimes we become strangers to even ourselves.

Do it once, shame on you. Do it twice, shame on me. Do it three times, and I am truly a fucking idiot.

We go through life searching for a sense of belonging, of connection, and so often we are disappointed. How can anyone even begin to define what draws two people together like magnets?

I rolled my eyes. Boys will be boys. How completely disgusting.

Men logic.

Forgiveness is boring, but revenge . . . now, that’s a real thrill! Betray me once, and I will bury you, one shovel of dirt at a time.

She must be a Scorpio!!