Better Than Fiction

by Alexa Martin

I don’t even like myself half the time and you’re telling me it’s a good idea to latch myself on to one other person until death do we freaking part?

Where my talent lies is in taking normal situations and making them as awkward as possible. If awkwardness was a sport, I’d be a goddamn Olympian.

calling—not texting, which felt like an attack—the

Our standards are so low that when someone is average, they jut above the crowd. Common courtesy should be the bare minimum, yet here we are, offering endless praise for being a decent human being.

Gran always told me there were three types of people we should avoid at all costs: Someone who doesn’t return their grocery cart to the cart corral. A person whose voice doesn’t change when talking to dogs or babies. Anybody who is rude to the waitstaff at restaurants.

Maybe it’s another of my never-ending list of issues stemming from my childhood, but I don’t want to watch someone get saved. I want to watch them save themselves. I want to know they can live a fulfilling life with or without a love interest.

there’s nothing I want more than to be able to call you mine and me yours.”

When I get lost in these books, life feels a little bit lighter, as if there are endless opportunities for me.