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“I'm so tired of drunk and desperate. I'm tired and angry at me. For letting myself get smaller and smaller in the hopes that he would notice me more. But how can someone notice you if you keep getting smaller?”
― Kathleen Glasgow, Girl in Pieces

“My mother and her raised fist flashes in front of my eyes. I shrink away from Riley, shutting myself off, bracing myself.

There is the person people see on the outside, and then there is the person on the inside and then, even farther down, is that other buried person, a naked and silent creature, not used to light. I have it and now, here, I see it: Riley's hidden person.”
― Kathleen Glasgow, Girl in Pieces

“You could drink, slice, do meth, snort coke, burn, cut, stab, slash, rip out your eyelashes, or fuck till you bleed and it’s all the same thing: self-harm. She says: whether someone has hurt you or made you feel bad or unworthy or unclean, rather than taking the rational step of realizing that person is an asshole or a psycho and should be shot or strung up and you should stay the fuck away from them, instead we internalize our abuse and begin to blame and punish ourselves and weirdly, once you start cutting or burning or fucking because you feel so shitty and unworthy, your body starts to release this neat-feeling shit called endorphins and you feel so fucking high the world is like cotton candy at the best and most colorful state fair in the world, only bloody and stuffed with infection. But the fucked-up part is once you start self-harming, you can never not be a creepy freak, because your whole body is now a scarred and charred battlefield and nobody likes that on a girl, nobody will love that, and so all of us, every one, is screwed, inside and out. Wash, rinse, fucking repeat.”
― Kathleen Glasgow, Girl in Pieces

“Everyone seems to have a grip on life but me. When is anything going to get better?”
― Kathleen Glasgow, Girl in Pieces