You're right. I do have trust issues. It started when my mom dropped me off at the babysitter's when I was twelve. She didn't come back for three days.

Daniel said I was exasperating in his kitchen. He told me that I made it look like I'd prepared a feast when all I'd done was scramble eggs.

He accused me of hiding the letter. He accused me of being too empathetic. And he accused me of not acknowledging the potential danger. But he was wrong, wrong and wrong

If I took the time to shower in your fancy stuff I wanna smell like a damn strawberry.

Keep in mind, her medical training is from watching soap operas.