Why the hell were some people effortlessly beautiful? I mean, I never wanted to be pretty before and I still didn’t really. I just...I wanted everyone else to be ugly too. That wasn’t too much to ask.
"I didn’t concern myself much anymore with “types” since I couldn’t be bothered dating. As long as the car worked and he knew how to drive it, I’d navigate him around the curves; make and model weren’t an issue."
"...as inept as I was with common social niceties, I was certain there had to be an unspoken rule somewhere about sleeping with your deceased best friend’s ex-boyfriend whom you’d just accused of murder."
