“Every few minutes or so I would remember the look from the man who had wanted fifty cents, and I'd look at that framed memory hanging in myself and it meant I was here, back in this sick city, but in other ways I was not here at all and anyone who looked closely could see that I had nothing to give, that I was a junk drawer, a collection of things that may or may not have had a use.” MetaphorMental IllnessDisconnectedCatherine LaceyRemovedNobody Is Ever MissingNothing To Give Book:Nobody Is Ever Missing Source: Nobody Is Ever Missing
“Lena wished that love were something you could flip on and off. You could turn it on when you felt good about yourself and worthy of it and generous enough to return it. You could flip it off when you needed to hide or self-destruct ad had nothing at all to give.” LoveGoodGenerousSelf DestructWishedNothing To Give Book:Sisterhood Everlasting Source: Sisterhood Everlasting