Apr 23, 2020
The attacks, when they come, are awful. But it's what comes after that leave me broken, riddled with shame. They are everything I hate. I am the thing that I despise: weak and docile and frail. I am so frail, it's like I have no muscle, no bones. I am nothing but a pounding head and a thousand electric wires pulsing inside a pale-pink gown.
Ally Carter, All Fall Down